That would would have been 6000 years into the future and on a completely different planet. Nobunaga could do nothing about it, so sure, he saved Earth and Amoi lacked a person like Nobunaga to help stop what happened.
"Thank you." For the refill. Gokudera sips a little bit of it before going on with his story. "Anyways, off-worlders, understandably did not like the caste system. Elites were given a regular, generous allowance and housed in the Golden city of Tanagura, and mongrels had to live out in the slums of Midas and struggle to get by. You can imagine that most uprising or riots were led by mongrel off-worlders. I've been in a couple. My boss was there, helping, but... he would have been an Elite at the time, so he wasn't taken in, beaten, drugged, and questioned."
He takes another drink, staring down at the sake. "The authorities were usually robots, nothing too bulky. The government definitely had large, armored ones used to combat heavier forces, but those were pretty dormant. One day, they weren't, and attacked everyone regardless of caste. Now... I fight with explosives, which were working well. Things weren't too bad, but I got thrown into a burning building so... you can imagine that did a number on me."
He finishes that glass of sake. "An Elite bought me, took me in, got me repaired. And then when he noticed that I had other mongrels that wanted to see me... for not telling him, he punished me. I..." Wow, he's never worded it quite like this before.
"That's where the burns on my back came from. That, and on another world, I got bitten by a zombie. I had powers. This world has gotten rid of them, but... in order to keep everyone around me safe, I set myself on fire from the inside out. Worked well. Upset my fiancé, though. I came back to life, though..." He can see that Nobunaga is at least interested in the story so far, and Gokudera's jumping around with it a bit, trying not to focus too much on the trauma, and focus more on how he got his scars.
"The black market abducted me to try and harvest my heart, since that would have been the source of my blood, where my powers come from. There was another mongrel that did that. Gave me the tally marks on my back trying to figure out whether the power came from emotion or blood. That sucked. He crushed my arm when I tried to summon one of my weapons." Gokudera goes quiet, uncertain whether he's done or not.
"I've also fought a dragon, and a crazy bastard back home with way too many throwing knives and deadly accuracy. Hmm... I think that covers most of the scars..."
cw: mentions of slavery
"Thank you." For the refill. Gokudera sips a little bit of it before going on with his story. "Anyways, off-worlders, understandably did not like the caste system. Elites were given a regular, generous allowance and housed in the Golden city of Tanagura, and mongrels had to live out in the slums of Midas and struggle to get by. You can imagine that most uprising or riots were led by mongrel off-worlders. I've been in a couple. My boss was there, helping, but... he would have been an Elite at the time, so he wasn't taken in, beaten, drugged, and questioned."
He takes another drink, staring down at the sake. "The authorities were usually robots, nothing too bulky. The government definitely had large, armored ones used to combat heavier forces, but those were pretty dormant. One day, they weren't, and attacked everyone regardless of caste. Now... I fight with explosives, which were working well. Things weren't too bad, but I got thrown into a burning building so... you can imagine that did a number on me."
He finishes that glass of sake. "An Elite bought me, took me in, got me repaired. And then when he noticed that I had other mongrels that wanted to see me... for not telling him, he punished me. I..." Wow, he's never worded it quite like this before.
"That's where the burns on my back came from. That, and on another world, I got bitten by a zombie. I had powers. This world has gotten rid of them, but... in order to keep everyone around me safe, I set myself on fire from the inside out. Worked well. Upset my fiancé, though. I came back to life, though..." He can see that Nobunaga is at least interested in the story so far, and Gokudera's jumping around with it a bit, trying not to focus too much on the trauma, and focus more on how he got his scars.
"The black market abducted me to try and harvest my heart, since that would have been the source of my blood, where my powers come from. There was another mongrel that did that. Gave me the tally marks on my back trying to figure out whether the power came from emotion or blood. That sucked. He crushed my arm when I tried to summon one of my weapons." Gokudera goes quiet, uncertain whether he's done or not.
"I've also fought a dragon, and a crazy bastard back home with way too many throwing knives and deadly accuracy. Hmm... I think that covers most of the scars..."