She wished to challenge him, did she? His eyes alighted upon her, a spark of interest in his eyes as she consulted him on the best approach. He mentioned the rank of Daimyo again, and well he was still coming to terms with the idea of being Samurai, she had sparked an ambition inside of him that had never been there before. She came at him with the tactic that he could be more, rise to more, through his own merits. Alright then he thought, and grinned at his Empress.
The dismissed one, then two ideas from his mind, and settled on one that he at first rebelled against, and then considered for a second time. With a Leopards climbing ability, and the way it spent time in the trees, they would need to entice it from its branches, and then keep it from returning there. “We need bait.” he said, eyeing Deathbelle, a crooked smile on his lips. Would she offer? No matter her words, he would presume to suggest it himself. “To drive him from his tree, and then someone to stand between him and his tree, to keep him grounded. The bait would only need to draw him forth, before the blockage got his attention, and the bait can get in the first bite…” he laid out the bones of his plan, letting her see it for herself without spelling it out to her. He wanted to see if she agreed with the potentially dangerous plan.
Did she trust him enough? He would die before he let anything happen to her, and knew he could charge like a bull if there was even a hint that she was in danger.
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