[Now lowering his arms, Nobunaga takes slow, solemn steps towards Mitsuhide.]

I expect great things of you, Mitsuhide. Even in this land that the heavens have not blessed with native Pokémon.

[Guided by the berry's scent, since, again, it can't really see it, the Deino trots happily towards Lapras. But Gabite stops it and holds it back, looking at it with a reprimanding scowl. Deino can't be too trusting, either.

Nobunaga, however, sees all this and picks Deino up in his arms. And the private smile that appears on his face for a brief moment has nothing to do with his usual cold, haughty smirk.]

I ask you this, Mitsuhide. What can we desire for a land without Pokémon?