"All right, since you're defining Kozuki Oden as a 'samurai,' let's set aside his role as an incompetent shogun and have a proper talk about him as a samurai."
Xie Wen was in no hurry to free Yamato anymore. He simply sat cross-legged opposite him, propped his cheek on one hand, rested the other on his knee, and spoke at an unhurried pace.
When he called Kozuki Oden an incompetent shogun, Yamato clearly looked as though he wanted to object, but after holding his mouth open for quite some time, he still failed to say anything and slowly closed it again.
Clearly, that blabbermouth Issho had already shared Xie Wen's earlier analysis of Kozuki Oden with Yamato. Compared with those rabid fans back on Earth, he did at least have one redeeming quality: he could listen to a little reason.
Seeing Yamato's attitude, Xie Wen nodded in satisfaction. As long as he could listen to reason, that was fine. Otherwise, if Xie Wen talked on and on, only for him to pull the usual rabid-fan nonsense like "I'm not listening!" or "Setting the facts aside..."
Xie Wen worried he might not be able to resist drawing his sword and chopping him up.
"As a samurai, Kozuki Oden wasn't nearly as hopeless as he was as a shogun. But if you're calling him the greatest, the finest... heh..." Xie Wen sneered and said with utter disdain, "Then you're simply lying through your teeth."
"That's nonsense!" Yamato tried to stand up, but with no strength to spare, he merely bounced a little. Even seated on the ground, however, he still protested heatedly, "When Lord Kozuki Oden and the Nine Red Scabbards fell into the hands of that bull-headed gorilla Kaido, he held up his retainers all by himself and endured a full