Yoshitsugu didn't seem to react much to the tense use, though why might not have been exactly evident. He had taken many things into account since arriving in the tree, and was far too intelligent not to put two-and-two together.

(Though as far as he was concerned Sakon had died towards the end of Sekigahara, charging into the Eastern front-lines in order to try and give Mitsunari the chance they all knew he wasn't likely to get).

"Renju, Go, Mahjong and Shōgi come first to mind, depending on the player. Trying to involve Mitsunari in any kind of game was difficult enough as it was, without making it a long one. Sakon was usually my opponent for longer games, and once, Lady Oichi was too."

His wings fluttered as he regarded the chess board again, the only really obvious indication of his excitement as this chance; that he was having slightly more sobering thoughts of his mother-figure was not obvious at all. The impact of her death on him had always been an intensely private thing for Yoshitsugu, the emotions those memories carried hidden away quite effectively.

"Looking at the board, this chess may be of a similiar game type to Shōgi."