"Mitsunari, commission an artist?" Yoshitsugu laughed quietly at that. "He'd call it a pointless waste of time, to do such a thing. Any artist would be working from glances and descriptions given by either his Lord, his friends or his retainers."

He tapped his facecloth in the usual, habitual way of his, amused at the thought of an artist trying to get a work based on his friend completed. The only person in the Toyotomi harder to get a portrait of would be... well, himself. The difference there, though, was that nobody would even try with Yoshitsugu. A slim chance was better than none.

"But yes, his features are notably vulpine, in a delicate way, and his hair reddish like the coat of a fox."