A Childish General

"Hmphhh!" Gengyo stretched loudly, yawning. It was already late afternoon, but there were very few who had yet risen, following his orders. As ordered by 'Zenok' they would attack that evening, and so they might stay awake throughout the night without problem, he allowed them a good deal more sleep than they might normally have.

"How… How are you so relaxed?" Akiko questioned in disbelief. She had already woken up and dressed hours ago, unable to sleep for too long out of worry for the battle ahead.

"Because I believe in Zenok." He stated mildly, reaching back and scratching one of the deep scars that sat behind his shoulder. They always seemed to grow itchy after sleep.

"Dumby. Morojo is working hard on your plan, and he's moving barrels full of gunpowder. When are we having a meeting so you can explain your intentions?"

"I suppose we'd better do it now. We don't have much long left, after all."