It never ceases to amaze Yukimura just how simply allegiances are formed, but on the other hand, over the course of these past several days, he has also seen how frail they can be at times. It is at that point Yukimura decides he cannot waver. From here, he can only stand firm and hold his ground as a vassal of the Takeda.

Yukimura gives an affirmative grunt as he too stands tall, acknowledging the pact that now exists between them. It is, admittedly, a very calming feeling to know that there is, at the very least, someone who you can rely on. At this stage, Yukimura isn't quite sure what Mitsunari's stance on himself as a person is, but having been approached first is certainly enough to disclaim any ill will.

"Are you adjusting to Death City alright, Ishida-dono? Was there perhaps anything this one could aid you with?"