genya's story is so good???? I'm finishing up the light ending, and I can't get over it.
readmore for ✨spoilers✨ for his route, I just want to gush a little
besides his admitted attempts to convince the mc to just cut loose from shinobi life, he's one of the few I've read who hasn't tried to manipulate her life and I love that for him.
all of these oshu boys are drinking their 'respect women' juice
he's proooobably one of my favorites now.
also his big brother vibe just makes my heart warm and fuzzy, from a big sister pov.
episode 14, the final struggle??? fucking killed me. Gen vs Saku and then Gen is ready to kill his little brother, to save him from the chains of iga and the rules???? ahhhh! 'I'll make everything better for you'???!!!??? MY HEART (also I absolutely adore masanari but I'm mad at him for being such a little shit in this story)
it makes me so sad to know he spent years of his life suffering about being a ninja. and he only stayed for Saku.
overall this whole route gets a 12/10 and I absolutely love him. I have more thoughts but I'll wait until I replay him.
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Anyone playing Luca route? (**post includes minor spoilers**)
I just finished his route. My gosh the ardor ending was so wholesome and satisfying. ofc the angst and some of the scenes prior to that were bit clitchy but... I totally loved Luca's MS and Luca himself. My expectations from reading the preview on Love 365 were met, above and beyond XD
Luca's story is pure humour, beautiful emotions, ambitions, angst and romance everything packed into a story that involves two star crossed childhood best friends. A slow burn yes. Can't wait for events and more... ~~
Luca is my first choice in the app. Tho I also loved Vince and had my eye on Farris. Speaking of Farris, we see him a lot in Luca's route. His and Luca's rivalry and friendship is adorable. Now that I'm in ranting mode, I can say they remind me of SLBP Masamune and Yukimura. Mild rivalry but friendship is very much present and well given they aren't samurai rivals here Farris and Luca get along pretty well especially towards the end. I absolutely loved how Luca came to rely on Farris.
I also see Luca = Yukimura X Sakuya. (to a great extent, with some additional traits, I suppose)
Saku = Childhood friend, First love, a bit shy but haughty. Passionate and loves Teasing his best friend
Yukimura = Chastity. The pure soul who can't defile a woman. Even if she wishes for it. That hesitation shyness, all of it are present in Luca.
All in all Luca is adorable and despite my experience playing many otome games, his route was refreshing and often very stirring. I loved it from the start to finish
Coming to other cast, Falko is amazing. Steadfast and caring. I just don't get Simeon though but okay...
I can't wait for Farris route. Yes I must complete Vince (who's also my super favorite). I'm both looking forward to their routes and also dreading to play them coz I just went broke
My wallet is more than empty. Like what, these expenses are gonna haunt me in the coming months. But okay I'm pretty much satisfied
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Aftertaste
I finally decided to write my own SLBP fanfic after 35969 years because Nobunaga's route has destroyed me and I love his character development. A little introspection on MC's feelings about the events so far. Loosely based on Nobunaga's Unification crossroads, contains spoilers for his Act 2 Destiny end.
Read it on Ao3 as well!
Sometimes she wondered if she’d made the right decision to follow the Lord of Hell backstage as the curtain closed on his final act. Or if he should, no, if he wanted to return to his stage.
Of course he didn’t, but MC thought a lot about what Nobunaga would do with all that hellfire in him, and the small voice in her head asked whether it would eat him up alive.
MC thinks about the events that have transpired so far, and questions her present while she reminisces the past. She looks deep inside herself, and finds answers.
It was on days like these where MC thought about everything that had led up to that moment.
It was moments like those, bathed in the orange and yellow hues of sunset, that brought back bittersweet memories — of Kiyosu castle, of the kitchen maids she worked with, and the Oda retainers bickering among themselves, and merry sounds of laughter echoing around the palace.
Whenever she walked through that lush clearing, when the wind tousled her hair, she'd look back and wonder what her life had come to.
And, how could she forget — that day when she sat with Nobunaga on his old tree, overlooking Owari and the lands he would conquer; the strength in his eyes as he spoke of his ambitions was nothing short of awe-inspiring; the blazing sunset on that day could not compare to the raging fire in his soul.
“Promise me, you will serve me until the day you die.”
That was a promise she’d never broken, one that she still served until now.
She never forgot all those jars of konpeito, those plates of castella that she personally brought to Nobunaga’s chambers all that time ago.
And now, they made konpeito in their humble little kitchen together while bickering over little things; he carried her groceries for her as they strolled around town; they built a home, a new life together.
They were just normal people now.
But every now and then, her thoughts would wander back to their old home — maybe Danming was home now, but when she glanced at the map over Nobunaga’s shoulder, she would think of Japan, of Owari, and see the faces of her family, of Inuchiyo, Mitsuhide, and everyone they’d left behind.
Sometimes she wondered if she’d made the right decision to follow the Lord of Hell backstage as the curtain closed on his final act. Or if he should, no, if he wanted to return to his stage.
Of course he didn’t, but MC thought a lot about what Nobunaga would do with all that hellfire in him, and the small voice in her head asked whether it would eat him up alive.
A booming voice calling her name snapped her out of her reverie. Looking up, she saw said man perched in his usual spot in his favourite gingko tree.
She’d seen him like this enough times to get used to it. But images from the past, of that day when she saw him like this for the first time, flashed across her mind, and bittersweet feelings resurfaced in her.
“Lord Nobunaga!” She cried out.
His usual piercing glare was soft, focused on somewhere she couldn’t see.
“You’re calling me that name again.” A faint smile graced his handsome features as he turned to her. “I’m just Nobu now.”
He looked more distant than ever, and it scared MC a little.
That’s the face of a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. That was someone who faced the cutting edge of the future with a glint in his eye.
And maybe he hasn’t changed at all.
She didn’t know why, but she found herself climbing up to meet him.
As she neared him, her arms were sore and tired, and she stretched a hand out to him.
He let out an exasperated chuckle. “What are you doing down there?” He reached down to pull her up the rest of the way.
It was oddly comforting, just sitting there next to him. And maybe that was what he needed.
So this is what it felt like to be on top of the world again, and maybe she understood why Nobunaga liked it so much. Now, the world felt so small as MC watched the endless hills and fields roll over the horizon, painted in the sunset’s colours. And she felt even smaller.
“It’s amazing…” MC mumbled as she turned to Nobunaga’s profile. His gunmetal grey eyes, once so cold, now had an odd warmth to them as they met hers; his soft garnet locks now grown out into a short ponytail —
“Foolish girl, what are you looking at?” He teased, lips forming into a smirk.
“Just enjoying the view,” MC replied, returning the gesture.
“Like it, do you?”
“Yes, very much.”
A comfortable silence, interrupted just slightly by the cry of Nobunaga’s sparrowhawk in the distance. MC smiled and sighed to herself. This was the peaceful life she’d always envisioned.
But through the tranquillity, she could almost feel the inferno that burned in him, spreading and warming her up inside, and she, a moth to a blazing flame — bright, consuming, unextinguishable.
Divine Rule was his play, and the world his stage. Here he was, on his throne atop the world, fit for the Demon King himself —
That wasn’t who he was, he’d given that up long ago, a moment in time swallowed up by the flames of Honnou-ji and his internal conflict.
MC told herself that she had stopped looking for Oda Nobunaga, because she loves this man called Nobu. But maybe she was missing him again.
The lingering warmth in his eyes, the eyes of a man at peace was what she saw.
Maybe he didn’t want to be found again.
Those thoughts would come and go, eventually fading, but never forgotten, just like the sweet aftertaste of sugar on her tongue.
They stayed just like that, watching the gingko leaves sway in the breeze, framing the sky around them; a picture frame of a memory, a moment between them forever cherished.
“You know, this reminds me a lot of when we first met,” MC stopped herself from saying, swallowing her words along with the uncertainty clouding her mind.
Frames of her memories resurfaced; Nobunaga’s kind smile, his warmth as they embraced, the sweet smells of the kitchen, the lingering taste of konpeito on their tongues.
And MC found her hand reaching for Nobunaga’s.
“Maybe I miss our old life, but I’m happy the way we are now. I’m happy here with you, Nobu.”
Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to keep asking herself all those questions anymore — her home was here, wherever he was.
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