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"There are no lies or mistruths here, Imagawa Yoshitomo fell, the day before yesterday, by my hand, and the hands of my brothers." He stated solemnly, slowly looking around the crowd. Something about his tone made him impossible to argue with. He asserted such a fact with an expression that did not contain the slightest bit of dishonesty. They could feel the might of the man merely from the way he stood.
They could not help but take another look at the mon that flapped in the wind behind him, unconsciously committing it to memory.
"I do not stand here, demanding your loyalty. I do not deserve it, nor did Yoshimoto. I will spare you such pretences."
"Good, now fuck off." The same man spoke again, though his voice had lost its edge. Gengyo spared him a long hard look, causing the man to gulp, before casting his eyes downwards and growing silent.
