"Heika," A voice bereft of any warmth, laden with ill-hidden spite, cuts your nap short. "We have subdued Shikoku. Soon the country will be united under one banner."

The shōgun's imposing form stands tall before your throne, head held high - a flagrant display of defiance, no doubt. Her promotion thereafter, the quarrels between you two have become a habit. A smirk grazing her visage, so easy to miss, betrays her relish for this rivalry, making for an odd bond between the woman and her liege.