They burst through the palace doors long before Morojo could prepare them a proper welcoming. Even the guards at the gate had been mistrustful of the bloodied group of warriors that bid that they enter, but with their striking black armour, and the two beautiful women that rode with them, there was no mistaking who they were.
Morojo rushed down, wearing a silken kimono with a collar of golden threads. He was truly transitioning well into the role of a governor.
"Miura-dono, Jikouji… You're battered. Have you just done battle? I've had no words from my scouts, else I would have had preparations made. I was told that everything seemed to be stable… what on earth happened?" Morojo asked. His face darkened when they were quiet for a little too long. "Don't tell me… you were defeated?"
"Ha!" Morohira shouted his laughter at that, and the rest of them began to chuckle with him, even Gengyo.
