Chapitre 253: The Strongest Swordsman in History

"Nobunaga-san… If we engage now, we can end the Takeda for good. What are we waiting for?" Hirate was growing impatient, repeatedly unsheathing then resheathing his sword with rhymic clicks. The turned backs of the Takeda soldiers as they faced inside their encirclement were so inviting. An arrow-headed charge and it would all be over.

"No… Not yet. That over there," he pointed to Ichijo still doing battle with the Matsudairan Elders, "that could prove very troublesome indeed."

"That's one man! What can he possibly do?" He protested, raising his voice.

"Perhaps nothing, perhaps everything. We will wait." Oda ordered firmly.