They marched onwards for a good few days, and were entertained by some light skirmishes along the way. They took note as the landscape changed around them. From rolling hills, to thick forests, before they could once more step upon the flat plains.
They had yet to catch any sight of Oda's main force, and those amongst their large army liked to joke that Nobunaga had fled with his tail between his legs, and was on a ship somewhere, sailing to China, or Korea – anything to escape the might of their colossal force.
But as they saw scout after scout, those thoughts were revealed to be what they were: simple, childish dreams. Despite the challenged presented to him, the young Daimyo seemed to be refusing to go down without a fight.
