[It's OK, Souza. He could take comfort in knowing Hideyoshi would most likely continue onwards in battle even if his clothing had been shredded to pieces. It's the kind of narrow-minded confidence that he wears on his sleeve- er, arm, in this case. He doesn't have time to be embarrassed, there is much to do and much to figure out.

Still, he can't very well go around physically defenseless. Hideyoshi stares down at Souza and blinks slowly at the name.] Kousetsu...

[Kousetsu had been a gift in his era, where Ieyasu was still biding in time to bring the eastern army to fruition. That sword had been presented to him by another. Hideyoshi only briefly recalls the monk who presented the blade to him personally, and recalls the way he openly voiced his opinion regarding the civil insurrections throughout the lands.

Hideyoshi never agreed, but had always acknowledged the man for being truthful. He had forgotten about him.] I do. He has been as much use as you have, and has only served me in that sense. I do not expect him to come across me.

If our paths meet, then so be it. [Yes, big talk coming from someone only wearing a bed sheet, but Hideyoshi makes due. He steps ahead, then glances back to Souza.]

You needn't follow if you wish not to.