Chapter 357 The Immortal Tokugawa Ieyasu

Tokugawa Makita wakes up and realizes he is swinging. The world is different from what he knows. The cold wind mixed with snow dashes into his neck. Tokugawa Makita finds all he could see is the root of the tree. It turns out that his legs have been tied up and he is hung upside down in the dense forest. The wind brings voices from the distance. He tries his best to raise his neck and sees that people who caught him have set a low table and are now making tea on the hillside in the snow. Snowflakes fall on black branches and a wild plum adds a little red. In such a fascinating scenery, a beauty is pouring water. This is usually a very elegant thing to do even in the upper circle of Edo—on the condition that he sits next to the beauty instead of being hung upside down here in the cold wind. As a samurai, Tokugawa Makita’s dignity does not allow him to beg for mercy. He just stubbornly struggles to free himself. However, the rope tied to his body is like a spider's thread.