“Motochika Chosokabe..if it isn’t you again.” Mori who was recovering from third degree burns thanks to Yukimura and was in no mood to deal with people but it looked like he would have to. He was in no mood to fight. “what do you want?”
“What? Can’t a neighbor check on yer’ well-bein’?” Upon catching an earful regarding Mouri’s misfortunate defeat, he may have had a laugh or two with his men– as it was unordinary to hear that the Great General, Mouri Motonari, had been defeated. What made their laughter all the more hysterical, was how he was and who had done the dastardly deed. Boy, was Motochika gonna hold it over the green bastard’s head.
For now, however… the least he could do was offer his hospitality, despite the assumed protesting he would eventually receive.
