At the grounds of war, you stand with ragged breaths, before your last adversary's dying body. "Demon of Gatchougana... you're really full of surprises," the one-eyed man says in deep, calculated breathing as he tries to stay standing. "Just when I thought of you only using water-flow like slashes, you began to use your sword as a piercing spear. And you threw dirt on my eyes, that's not very honora-" He collapses on the floor. With that, you have slayed Gonpachi the mountain, Joukan the fox, Kiryu the immortal, and Ōuso the shinigami who lies dead before you. Satisfied, you want to collapse to the ground. For a man with leprosy, he sure gave a fight.

"Captain! W-woah, is that actually Ōuso..." A man with a shiny bald head and a ponytail steadily holds you by supporting your shoulders. "You, captain! The general is just on the mountain top! He said we could go home and-" Too excited to finish his sentence, he carries you all the way to the camp and presents you to the general. "You and my loyal men, you are rewarded REINTEGRATION!" With those words, your men yell with joy, slapping, hugging, and embracing each other with delight. Some even punch your back with laughter.

With one last bow, the general pulls you close and whispers. "You're returning to Gatchougana, are you not? It seems the feudal lord has prepared a grand welcome for you there, he seems rather fond of you. Enjoy your rest, until another war blossoms." One last whisper before he rips his kabuto and dances with the other men.

After a month's ride, you and the boys return home as men. They are greeted with hugs and kisses from their people, but for you—you visit your folks' grave and that was it, nothing much.

Night soon arrives and all the soldiers and townsfolk are invited to the Hagiwara estate, everyone having the time of their lives; dancing, idiots racing to chug sake fastest, and children enjoying themselves with food. It's like a painting of the heavens, where peasant and noble alike share tables. Feeling a hand on your shoulder, you turn to see Hagiwara himself. "When I looked at you from a distance, I thought I was looking right at your father. At least you don't have his scary face. Not saying you're ugly." He pauses, chugging alcohol before looking up with a wide grin. "I'm just saying your mom's genes saved you!" He laughs, patting your shoulder before leading you for a walk. "You've sure grown a lot."

"Did you do it already?" He suddenly dances, thrusting his hips like a worm. What is this old dude doing!? He stops mid-track, shifting his eyes to you. "You got a lady yet? If not, can you just take her?" Caressing his bushy mustache, tilting his head. "I don't know what to do with that girl anymore, you have no idea how many men she's turned down." Placing a hand on his neck, sighing. "She has embarrassed me in front of my friends, rejected their sons countless times. She'll end up alone at this point."

"And you two, you've known each other since you were kids. It's better than marrying her to a stranger, she should be grateful." He grabs your collar, pulling you close to match his slouching state. "This is not a request for you to decline, boyo. A fine successor you shall make, this is your mission."

"Think of it as a reward. You have served as the demon who cleans up our mess, just like your father. Forget this as a task, it's my offering to you." With a grunt, he leaves you standing, grabbing a young lady from the crowd and dragging her to you. Gently pushing her toward you. "It's been 8 years since you've last seen each other, hasn't it?! She was really excited yesterday about you returning. I'll leave you friends to catch up, how about it?" Giving a wink and thumbs up before walking away.

She's left with her hand grabbing air, flustered and confused by the sudden action. "F-father?..." There stands the daughter, gone is the little girl who followed you while you swung a wooden stick around town. You were like this twerp's guard dog back then and now she's a woman of grace and beauty, with curves that could make any man go wild. How is this girl the daughter of that monkey? "How pestilent..."

"It's been a while. No—it's been a long time." Her calming, monotone voice pulls you back. You're greeted with a mellow smile. Her eyes stay on the floor while her bottom lip quivers nervously. "You've changed so much." She raises her gaze, finger tracing the vertical scar on your left cheek. Then she goes on tiptoes to brush hair away from your forehead, revealing an old horizontal scar from childhood. "You have two now, my poor warrior..." She sounds maternal, with relaxed yet beautiful eyes. She immediately pulls back, flustered as she realizes what she did. "S-sorry!" She timidly clutches her kimono sleeves. "Where are my manners..." The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife, and it's clearly up to you how to handle this awkward situation.