Hideyoshi awoke with a splitting headache and a sharp pain in the side of his face. The last thing he remembered was one of those bastard clowns smashing him in the face with one of those crude clubs of theirs. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he surveyed the dingy room of the run-down basement that he had woken up in. He was not very reassured by what he saw - at one end of the room Akira was slumped against the wall with bloodied bandages covering his chest, at the other Shingen was fidgeting in the corner, looking nothing like the brave warrior Hideyoshi new.
"Could someone tell me what happened?"
One of Hideyoshi's recently hired spearmen spoke up. "Those fools gave us quite a beating sir, we had to pull back to save you and the others, and we lost Katsuyori and Jiro."
Hideyoshi cursed the gang of clowns. This town's strange inhabitants had disgraced his men for the last time! Despite his injury, Hideyoshi had no intention of returning home without completing his mission.
"Shiro, send for someone to replace Katsuyori, we need to get ready to continue our mission as soon as we can. And tell the dwarf we'll still be needing his services."
The spearman turned round and left the room, leaving Hideyoshi to plan how he would avenge his defeat.
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