Yoshitsugu in turn couldn't help but laugh at that himself, soft and quiet; the words reminded him of a golden-haired man from his youth, who had always stood as a pure and bright presence in a world full of war. It is something Yoshitsugu could easily imagine him saying.

"My first Lord, Nagamasa, would have approved of such a sentiment." He paused for a moment, then reached a hand into his robes before pulling out a petal and holding it up to his hat; for the briefest moment a tiny dragon's head appeared from beneath, snatching it up and immediately disappearing after. "A naive fool himself, in many ways, but an enlightened one."

And the best kind of father figure one could hope for.

"Somehow it is always that sort of person I end up following and caring for. I am suspicious that my little one here will be such a soul herself, in some ways. How troublesome."