[Hey! Nobunaga may be the stronger warlord, but he was the better novelist, okay!
With a nod, Mitsuhide accepts the invitation and gracefully takes his place by the table, legs crossed under the wooden surface. He may not have a poem ready right away, but his was a muse that demanded very little; sharing drinks with good company, a rare moment of leisure by his Pokemon's side or simply watching the scenery, anything could promptly inspire his heart and his words. Today was no different, everything else aside.
He excuses himself to a sip of his tea, clearing his throat and weighting his thoughts in the brief interval it takes for the cup to no longer touch his lips.]
Plain hemp will not do For a mountain offering As our excursion begins -- Surely the gods will be better pleased To accept a brocade of autumn leaves.
[It was a reference to their new journey on this strange land, but it was also oddly appropriate for the man with dreams to rival a god.]
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With a nod, Mitsuhide accepts the invitation and gracefully takes his place by the table, legs crossed under the wooden surface. He may not have a poem ready right away, but his was a muse that demanded very little; sharing drinks with good company, a rare moment of leisure by his Pokemon's side or simply watching the scenery, anything could promptly inspire his heart and his words. Today was no different, everything else aside.
He excuses himself to a sip of his tea, clearing his throat and weighting his thoughts in the brief interval it takes for the cup to no longer touch his lips.]
Plain hemp will not do
For a mountain offering
As our excursion begins --
Surely the gods will be better pleased
To accept a brocade of autumn leaves.
[It was a reference to their new journey on this strange land, but it was also oddly appropriate for the man with dreams to rival a god.]