Kazi inclined his head. Was that praise? Sasaki Kojiro, the great samurai that faced Miyamoto Musashi. He could feel the tension boiling upon the introduction of his name. The name itself fluttered about here and there. If they spoke of him, it was of his greatness and nothing else.
Ha, perhaps that was what made them so alike.
Lord Mosuke's expression shifted, the faint smile disappearing as his tone became more serious. "It is fortunate that you are here, Otherworlders. The land of Matsue is young, and though we have built walls and raised our banners, there are threats that we cannot yet face alone."
The room seemed to grow quieter. He was the Lord and their actions would follow as he saw fit.
