[She can't help but be curious about it every time he brings it up. First it was being a great warlord, now it's one of the greatest heroes of all time? Her perspective isn't quite as grand yet, so she can't even fathom it as she is...
Still...
...Nobunaga undoes the makeshift belt she's wearing around her waist, tossing it to the floor. The top comes next, but she begins unraveling it instead, first her right arm, her torso, and then her left arm. Tightly bound and held on with her belt, it almost seemed to be a haori, but it seems she'd just gotten creative with the material she stole, instead. That's tossed to the floor on top of her belt.
Just as she'd said, her body is battle worn already, even at her young age. Some scars are shallow, perhaps a glancing hit from an arrow or the breaking of the skin on impact from a bludgeoning hit, while some run a little deeper. One of them was a stab wound, once, from the look of things. But only one.]
...I get it now. [She's speaking a little softer, and her next comment lacks the bite anything she'd said up until now has had.] You're just...a perverted old man or something.
[It was some last act of defiance, trying to be insulting. It just wasn't a very good attempt.
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[She can't help but be curious about it every time he brings it up. First it was being a great warlord, now it's one of the greatest heroes of all time? Her perspective isn't quite as grand yet, so she can't even fathom it as she is...
Still...
...Nobunaga undoes the makeshift belt she's wearing around her waist, tossing it to the floor. The top comes next, but she begins unraveling it instead, first her right arm, her torso, and then her left arm. Tightly bound and held on with her belt, it almost seemed to be a haori, but it seems she'd just gotten creative with the material she stole, instead. That's tossed to the floor on top of her belt.
Just as she'd said, her body is battle worn already, even at her young age. Some scars are shallow, perhaps a glancing hit from an arrow or the breaking of the skin on impact from a bludgeoning hit, while some run a little deeper. One of them was a stab wound, once, from the look of things. But only one.]
...I get it now. [She's speaking a little softer, and her next comment lacks the bite anything she'd said up until now has had.] You're just...a perverted old man or something.
[It was some last act of defiance, trying to be insulting. It just wasn't a very good attempt.
She sits down in the bath either way.]