"I heard that a great writer wishes to talk to my lord, Liu Bei. A pleasure to meet you." Zhao Yun gave the supposed writer a quick but sincere salute. "Thank you for placing your skills in service to his cause! He will heal this land one day, I am certain."
Normally, Daichi wouldn’t have hesitated to tell someone from history that his lord would fall and his kingdom be swallowed up, but he was, in his mind, undercover and he wasn’t keen on spoiling his meal ticket.
The Tengu answered the salute with a bow and offered a smile back to the general. “You are most welcome, Honored! After I finish with your strategists and lord, might I bother you for an interview as well? Maybe over drinks?”
What’s the polite way to say, “hey, I don’t know which general are you and are you, by chance, the one that shoves horses over?” Daichi isn’t sure, but he really wants to know.













