With those words, Rakshasa grabbed the red-handled tachi, fastened it to his waist, and slowly stood up.
"...Eiichi, I have a small task for you."
"Lord Rakshasa." Shimizu Eiichi hurriedly lowered his body, fists pressed against the tatami, "Please instruct me."
"You have two days to spread the story of how 'North Guard Station Town-Patrol Dōshin Tachibana Aoto successfully repelled over 200 Anti-foreigner Faction rioters with few men' throughout the streets and alleys of Edo."
"Lord Rakshasa?" Shimizu Eiichi was taken aback, "What's the purpose of this?"
"If I remember correctly, that Tachibana Aoto is only 18 this year. If he becomes famous at such a young age, it might easily lead to some... difficult-to-handle troubles for someone his age, both for himself and from the outside world."
"I want to test him. To see if Tachibana Aoto remains calm and collected after a night of fame, or if he becomes delusional."
"Lord Rakshasa, are you intending to recruit Tachibana Aoto?"
