Ishida Mitsunari | Saika Magoichi | 017

[insultea]

[And then he is not where he is supposed to be.

Mitsunari totters for a moment, off-kilter, blinking around him in a befuddled way. Last he remembered he had just received that dratted letter from Ieyasu's men--

But no, now he...

He was in a camp...?

...This was going to be very bad, wasn't it?]

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[insultea]

Mm. I would like to believe myself to not be a fool as well, so I am glad we are in agreement there.

[redbelltolls]

Do you know of anyone with this sort of power, in your... world, for a lack of a better term?

[insultea]

...Perhaps. It is difficult to say, with all of Yukimura's meddling--

[ahem ahem his stupid crazy braves and their stupid crazy craziness.]

[redbelltolls]

What sort of meddling are we speaking of?

[insultea]

He and his Braves.

[It is an almost dainty huff. Oh Yukimura.]

He believes they shall win him the war--or at the very least, shall allow him to remain happily isolated.

[redbelltolls]

...quite a lot of faith he has in them.

[insultea]

...indeed.

[He doesn't entirely approve.]

Though they have served him in good stead, it seems a heavy burden to bear for merely ten retainers, though I admit they are quite skilled.

[redbelltolls]

Only ten? That is a foolish few, however skilled they might be.

[ She doesn't either, because, well, it sounds dumb. ]

[insultea]

[grumble]

Foolish is the word that best describes him, to put it simply.

[he's mean to his friends.]