"Dong—"
The bamboo tube naturally tilted to pour out the water inside, then tilted back, returning to its original balance, the end striking the striking stone, emitting a crisp sound.
Akechi Mitsuhide saw everyone off right after the meeting ended, quietly listening to the crisp sound that periodically rang, feeling an unusual calmness in his heart.
These past few days, he had been negotiating with various Japanese figures daily, exhausting himself in trying to appease their emotions.
"Everyone wants to emerge to overshadow the Imperial Family, everyone wants to seize power when the opportunity arises, yet they've forgotten that Japan is now in turmoil, how can it endure such chaos," Akechi Mitsuhide said with a bitter smile, closing his eyes.
Except for a few, others thought he was trying to muster factions to overshadow Oda Nobunaga, but in reality, Akechi Mitsuhide was trying to stabilize their emotions and prevent them from running amok.
