"Hmm... Maybe, Mogami Shofu can still compete for the world with Duke Nobunaga, Duke Shingen, and Duke Hideyoshi!"
With that, Mogami proudly held his spear named Wind Cut across his chest, half-closed his eyes, imagining the scene where he armed himself, charged against enemies, and achieved great fame.
"Ah... Born at the wrong time, born at the wrong time."
After another deep sigh, Mogami turned to Yamada with a stern face.
"Alright, enough idle talk for now."
"You came to see me, not just to watch me practice spear techniques, right?"
Yamada straightened his expression at this point, "Mr. Mogami, all personnel are assembled! A total of 203 people, not missing a single one!"
"Have all the personnel gathered..." Mogami grinned, "Very good..."
Mogami put away the spear in his hand.
"Let everyone have a good rest tonight!"
"Set off at dawn tomorrow!"
