"We have confirmed that the Uesugi army are not moving, my Lord," one of the scouts told Gengyo as he knelt on one knee in front of him.
"Good," Gengyo replied with a nod. The dark had reigned for a few hours yet and the men had begun to wake from their sleep and they gathered rowdily around fires to share a meal together before stealing a few more hours of rest.
The Uesugi men had been so exhausted and demoralised from their fruitless searching, they had set up camp right where they were, in the heart of the wide road and out into the sprawling fields. Their sleep would be fitful, not doubt, fearing what lay out there, lurking behind the long grass.
It was modest celebrations that were in order for Gengyo and his men. Just enough drink to reward themselves with, but not enough that it would limit their ability in the intended battle in the morning.
