The Meteorite Uncle: Great Cannon Edition

There is nothing I wish to forget. I had already forgotten it entirely. But there are doors of memory that unexpectedly swing open at the slightest trigger.

“Do not panic. It is merely a meteorite.”
Sanada and the others, who had been feigning composure at my words, had their faces twitch. Their training is insufficient.
That day, I goaded Akechi Jubei into sending a meteorite to the temple where my uncle was staying. The shot narrowly missed, but the subsequent turn of events is well known. No, that is wrong. I merely prayed to the stars. I wanted to avenge my father. But I could not. If only stones would fall from the sky, at least. Which came first: my intense desire or the comet trailing its tail across the night sky? I was not serious. I am sorry, Uncle. After the incident, I pressed my hands together and prayed once more.

The era and the situation changed dizzyingly. Was there ever a visit from peaceful days? After that day, I never prayed for a meteorite to fall. Sparks were always flying about.

In any case, the meteorite fell. The prayer from that day had finally been answered.

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