Harano stood atop the wall, staring, utterly confused, at the Imagawa family who were busy constructing their camps in the distance. The situation had seemed dire before, and he'd been prepared for a bloody battle, but now, after two days, things weren't quite as he'd imagined…
Of course, it wasn't that there hadn't been any fighting. The Wanjin Army and the Imagawa family had been constantly driving each other's scouts away. Over these past two days, there had been twenty or thirty small skirmishes on the wild plains. The Imagawa family, using their numerical advantage, managed to push out his side's scattered scouts, and even tried launching a few attacks, but none were large-scale—their incursions would stop at the first sign of casualties. Today, they simply started building their camp, ceasing even the probing attacks.
The intensity of these battles was much lower than he'd expected—almost like someone just scratching an itch for him. It really felt off.
