The sky was blue and delicate as Gengyo look up at it. Not a single fluffy cloud could be seen. The sun shone proudly and with shocking warmth. It was a hotter day than a man might have liked. He was hidden in the overgrown grass of rolling plains, seated cross-legged and peaceful. He'd given the order, and they'd begun their march home. Affairs needed to be set in order in Mikawa before they could attempt to campaign.
With each passing day, the surprise we had on them lessens, Gengyo thought to himself with a certain amount of dissatisfaction. Yet there is simply no other way about it. Nobunaga is heading toward Owari to raise an army of his own, and he'll journey to Mino as well, to try and employ the help of the Saito.
