As the chief guard of the main Hirate family, Nogami Genji naturally would not come alone when assessing the level of the ronin.
Five or six warriors with shaven foreheads and similar attire stood behind Nogami Genji, all around the same height as Izusuke. They rested their hands on their sword hilts, staring indifferently at the chaotic crowd of ronin in the courtyard.
These people were all vassals or subordinates of the Hirate family, and some had even grown up together. Though there were military ranks between them, they remained quite congenial with one another.
At this time, seeing Izusuke with his sleeves tied up with a rope, these people all clicked their tongues simultaneously.
"Hey, isn't Izusuke taking this a bit too seriously? After all, he was taught by Lord Genji from a young age!"
"Given his level of skill, even with one hand on the sword throughout, dealing with that rabble wouldn't be a big problem."
