an indie chousokabe motochika.
“W-well, they just don’t know about it yet—besides! You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here!”
“That ain’t any of yer’ damn business. How about y'tell me why you’re taintin’ this place with yer’ brattiness instead?”
“Then clearly there has been a mistake, or you’re just too blind to see it!”
“I ain’t blind, m'just finding it hard t'believe that the bumpkins roamin’ around here would let ya’ just go sayin’ this is yer’ turf.”
“What’s the dumb pirate doing here?! This is my turf!”
"I don’t see yer’ bratty name written anywhere.”
Typical air spouting from a lowly pirate’s mouth. There is no need to remind me of things I already know.
But I’d hate for ya’ t'forget.
If I’ve shown leniency in the past, I assure you: this time, I will not. It would be wise not to test my patience, Chousokabe.
Y'can threaten me all you’d like, Mouri– it won’t do ya’ any good, and even if you were to go through with whatcha’ say, don’t expect me t'go easy on ya’.
| ” If you stand for Oda army , I will show no mercy. ” |
“… I ain’t standin’ for any army but my own– even so, gloatin’ about ‘em won’t do us any good in a place like this, especially that justice of yers.”
… then what th'hell am I gonna sleep with?
Then that would be your own foolish mistake. Make it at your leisure, and suffer the consequences.
I’ve heard those words leave yer’ mouth one too many times, and yet the only thing I’ve suffered is yer’ dastardly attitude.
