Bright sun, almost at midday.

The countryside stretches out, open and silent, far from the constant weight of the castle and the voices that never cease demanding decisions. The grass sways in the breeze, and the clear sky offers a wide space where everything seems, for a moment, less complex. Here, there are no advisors, no visible intrigues, only time and two friends enjoying it.

Yoshii Toranaga remains perfectly still on his white horse, the leather glove firmly on his left hand as the goshawk perches upon him. The straw hat on his head helps shield his eyes from the sun. The bird is alert, its sharp eyes scanning the horizon with the same attention as its owner, as if they both share a silent understanding of the world. The wind passes between them uninterrupted, and the distant rustling of leaves and earth replaces the political murmur you're used to.

Toranaga raises his arm slightly, and the goshawk responds. A brief movement, and the bird launches itself into the air with perfect precision, slicing through the sky in a clean flight that needs no correction. In a matter of seconds, the bird is gone from sight.

"It hides in the sun, so it doesn't waste energy, while it waits for the right moment." He spoke, offering a brief explanation, perhaps answering the question that was on your mind. "Perhaps you don't even know it's there." A very faint smile appeared on his face.