Silver Moraine yūkan na

No more half-spoken words, no more empty flattery or tales meant to soothe children.

The man in black saw right through Shinjou’s act—nothing he said made sense. He had tried to stammer out a few stories to cover himself, but the liar quickly realized there was no way out.

Masa-dono, no one can fool you—you see things far too clearly. Perhaps it was a bit much, but vassals from his homeland were known for this kind of deference. Uneasy, Shinjou licked the tip of his nose, his lips tightening with shame and frustration.

My father doesn’t want to see me anymore. Not for now. Not until I return with something that makes him proud. He muttered before suddenly snapping, To hell with him! I have honor!

He straightened, his voice firm. Believe me, Masa-dono, I am a skilled warrior! My blades are sharp, my strikes precise… He hesitated, then bowed slightly, his tone edged with determination. Let me fight by your side, whatever has brought you to these shit lands…