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There we go! It's really starting to simmer now.
What do you have on the stove, Mozu?
Oh! Well, if it isn't Lord Ryoma. Right now I'm fixing some soup to warm all our bones.
I see. It looks delicious, I must say. I didn't know you were a skilled cook.
Aw, it's nothing a prince like you ought to take notice of. Anyway, this is pretty much the most I can do to help the army out.
What do you mean by that?
I don't have any fancy fighting moves like the rest of you folks... And I'm no tactician, neither. So I want to help with the things I DO know how to do. And that's cooking...
It's an admirable stance to take, to be certain. But you needn't be so humble.
I dunno...it's just...
What would you say, then, if I offered to train you myself?
What? No. No way. I couldn't— I can't be wasting your time training me, Lord Ryoma!
You've got too much to do around the camp as it is!
If you won't accept training, Mozu, then yes, you will be too weak to fight. I'm giving you an opportunity to push past the barrier you believe holds you back.
Lord Ryoma...
I see strength in you, Mozu. You are the only survivor of a brutal attack on your village. That speaks of a fierce determination to survive. I believe you can be trained.
Even so, I... Aw, OK. I'll show you—and myself, I guess—I've got what it takes. Thanks, Lord Ryoma!
We'll have you in fighting shape in no time.