[Look, Mitsuhide isn't saying the younger man looks comical like that, but... well, the smirk he's wearing absolutely says that all on its own.
It's not that a boy of sixteen can't be perfectly capable, nor a killer. He'll freely admit a boy of that age could be either, or both. It's just that he doesn't believe this boy to be a cold-blooded killer. He'd very much like to hear the story behind this supposed 'murder.' Maybe it'll surprise him, who knows?]
Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised that even Lord Nobunaga couldn't put a stop to war forever.
[But they're still tromping around down here in the dark for a reason, aren't they? Mitsuhide raises his odd lantern-thing and points it around them, surveying the basement with the aid of the flashlight.
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It's not that a boy of sixteen can't be perfectly capable, nor a killer. He'll freely admit a boy of that age could be either, or both. It's just that he doesn't believe this boy to be a cold-blooded killer. He'd very much like to hear the story behind this supposed 'murder.' Maybe it'll surprise him, who knows?]
Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised that even Lord Nobunaga couldn't put a stop to war forever.
[But they're still tromping around down here in the dark for a reason, aren't they? Mitsuhide raises his odd lantern-thing and points it around them, surveying the basement with the aid of the flashlight.
Boxes, heaped to one side of them.]
What have we here?