Yukimura stood at rest beside Lord Shingen's high backed throne chair, one battle-scarred hand casually resting on the hilt of his sword as he eyed the newcommer studiously.
"Certainly not a warrior, that's for sure." He thought with a frown "Hate to say it, but a man that lithe and petite... really not much use in war other than to be a poison taster. Guess it's the best fitting job for him then."
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