With the conclusion of battle, Matsudaira left his headquarters with his entourage of guards, past the thousands of corpses that littered the field. Before joining Miura, he paid his fallen Elders a visit.
"Thank you." He said simply, inclining his head low, bowing from atop his horse. "I will make sure you have the finest funeral." The grief was not as much as it would have been, had he not known what this battle truly meant to them. In their lifetime, the Matsudaira clan had fallen so low, and though they might not have said anything, they blamed themselves for that, just as he had. Now they would be able to greet their ancestors with their heads held high, promising that the clan would now reach new heights that even the feats of past men could not top.
