[Nobunaga's dark irises burn with excitement as he listens to the poem. As always, Mitsuhide delivers quite exceptionally; the poem is beautiful and easily meets Nobunaga's taste.

Nobunaga laughs his approval, his laugh as loud and dark as always.]

Very well done, Mitsuhide! Very well done. Why sacrifice anything to a mere delusion? What the people of Ransei call gods are nothing more than Pokémon who are only slightly stronger than our partners here. My desire is to make them see the light.

[To show his benevolence, he puts some of the rice into a cup and offers it to Mitsuhide's Lapras. Notably, Nobunaga hasn't tried any of his food or tea yet.]

Is the tea any good?