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"Too late. It's decided!" Nobunaga clapped once, grinning the grin that had conquered everything it had ever met.

"Mitsuhide drafts the surrender letter. Kicho delivers it with butterflies. Euphy stand by to send Saru and his men behind the gate. If the monks agree—Mitsuhide gets his pious little victory. If they refuse—" he shrugged, "—then I get mine, and we do it my way before evening rice."

"Again with evening rice," Euphy sighed.

"I like evening rice," said Kicho. "I'm supporting the plan."

"You haven't heard the plan."

"I support all plans with rice."

Nobuharu finally spoke for the entire camp's silent majority: "Onii-sama... your wives frighten me."

"Everyone, Nobuharu. Everyone. That's the point."