[ the power of rp magic... but when kiyomitsu asks, rindou pauses to reconsider everything pre-citadel he's remembered so far, then shakes his head. ]

I don't think so. I don't remember being on a battlefield, but the place I was buried in was cold and bloody, you know? So maybe they lost a battle, or something.

[ it turns out that it's less "lost a battle" and more "McMurdered in their sleep" but you know, he's still naive. there's another moment taken to pull up the page on the Sengoku Era in a similar way, but he frowns; it's just more old samurai fighting other samurai. keeping track of all of these eras is rough... ]

I mean... [ and then he just sighs a little. maybe closes his eyes. he's tired. ] I've apparently been around since 1053.