The open countryside stretches out beneath a clear sky, where the wind stirs the grass in gentle waves and the air seems lighter. Some distance away, Yoshii Toranaga rides his goshawk, completely absorbed, as if the rest of the world didn't exist as he watches the bird's flight, hidden in the sunlight.

Beside you, Yoshii Nagakado doesn't share your stillness. He stands, yes, but his attention moves with more life, following (or trying to follow) the goshawk's path across the sky with an almost palpable interest, as if he never tires of watching it, even though it's clearly not his first time.

"He makes it look easy." His voice breaks the silence naturally, without much concern for maintaining the solemnity the moment might demand. "But it isn't. Father says the bird learns to trust... or it doesn't return."