[ Ookurikara was glad to see Mitsutada's quick response about him - or at least he was supposed to, because he lost his cool facade a bit when he heard the infamous warlord's name mentioned. Ookurikara was not as savvy about Nobunaga as his friend was, granted... But he was not that ignorant to be oblivious about Nobunaga's possible involvement with Mitsutada. He was 'born' years before he was, after all.

No, he definitely assumed something was up between Mitsutada and Nobunaga.

Everything was probably only a wild guess from his end, but even so, mentioning anything regarding about their pasts had became something that they (or at least, he) tried to avoid to mention. He knew Mitsutada had a rocky past; He never asked about them. He never wanted to ask about them. He would never ask about them.

Because Mitsutada knew his, and had never asked for them as well. So why should he even try to ask in return?

After all, he was his most trusted friend-- No, his brother, who went through the hotness of fire and the coldness of ice together. Betraying him would only mean betraying everything about himself. Their bonds are not going to be severed by something like this. ]

I'm all ears if you want to tell me. [ Meeting the other's face -who's currently trying to evade the subject-, Ookurikara lets out an exasperated huff. He understands what is need to be done here. ] But... Bah. Let's just drop this bullshit now. We've got our points across already.

[ He's not the best conversation starter, definitely. Still, every other possible topics are simply better to than dwelling about their shitty hallucinations. As he leans back on the chair, Ookurikara crosses his arms behind his head, relaxing. Talking about this thing is probably the best for now. ]

That thing aside, this place was being so nice to present me with something to kill my time. I sure got to beat a lot of those ugly things there.