Rage

Matsudaira watched the exchange pitifully. It was another instance of Imagawa being used by one of his subordinates.

'What did you do to offend him, young man?'

He wondered, feeling disgusted at the display. It was certainly not a contest for position, as they were a mere small-time force with 100 or so men. In fact, it was odd that any attention was given to such a unit at all.

He forced himself to look away. Getting himself too invested with the force's plight would only make his guilt stronger when they died.

"We will do as you say, Daimyo-sama, and bring you glory upon the battlefield."

Nakatane said calmly. He had spent many years hiding his emotions as he was tormented so viciously by Toda. Jikouji admired his young master for his levelheadedness when the rest of them were so quick to anger. Even their promising strategist - who had come to their aid so many times before - was unable to keep his cool given this command.

"GOOD."