บท 270: The Feast(2)

"I think you might have gotten his name wrong, little sister," Gengyo suggested with an eyebrow raised, lifting his cup of sake to his mouth, feeling that he might need a good deal more of it.

"Impossible," she stated incredulously, looking at 'Usho' with confusion written all over her face. "After all, I'm the one that named him. Isn't that right, Usho-kun? You should be grateful, sitting this close to me, I'm the great general Miura Rin, after all!" She was more than a little bit drunk.

Timid Usho bowed his and muttered his response, "I know… my master had to fight against you."

"You were a Takeda man?" Gengyo asked, suddenly interested.

"That's right, my Lord," came the quiet reply. He dared not look upwards into his eyes.

"How old are you, lad?" He pressed.

"Fourteen, my Lord."