Noriaki was in the clear and whether the others liked it or not - and they would be made to like it in due time - she was coming along on the journey. It was enough to have her positively beaming, and not even the rather creepy and potentially sociopathic grin from the fire-headed minx could succeed in bringing her mood down. On the contrary, Noriaki took such a grin as a positive, and already her thoughts were of the two of them working out their tension together behind a door or even out beneath the stars in a tent. Their tension, their aggression, their multitude of other kinks and personal issues. That her mind went to a vision not suited for a social gathering was evidenced by the smile widening and her cheeks reddening. 

It took the one armed warrior catching her sword to snap Noriaki away from the prison that was her mental state. An impressive feat, having one arm and able to wield an odachi, The woman must have been abnormally strong, which was perfect, the perfect excuse for Noriaki to find the woman's softer side, exploit it, and experience the test of strength first hand. Ah, what a journey this would be. It was an absolute garden and Noriaki was the florist, the caretaker, the one tasked with ensuring that each flower blooms beautifully or else gets pruned and tossed aside like a common weed. Weeds were not beautiful. The flowers that were her fellow guardians were. 

Noriaki listened to Yukimura's speech and, like some of her fellows, felt the need to speak up almost immediately. Though hers was less a complaint. 

"I'm afraid we have a problem, Big Brother," Noriaki showed absolutely no shame in addressing Yukimura in the same manner as the Princess had, it was fortunate the Princess had run off somewhere for the moment, or else it could have gotten awkward. Well, more awkward. "For you see, I am already attached. I was attached as soon as my eyes locked with her, as soon as I felt the touch of her skin, the gentle comfort when my lips were honored to touch simply the back of her hand. But fear not, I will not let our obvious connection and mutual attachment to one another prevent us from carrying out this task. We will simply reaffirm our love as we travel and it will be with great sadness and tear stained attire that we part ways, our fingers reaching for one another but unable to so much as brush past each other as we are pulled apart, Her Highness by whatever awaits her at the destination, and me by a beautifully buxom fire headed woman, whose kind words, soft touch, and to-die-for figure will comfort me in my time of grief and love will blossom once more." 

Noriaki was making hand gestures, playfully acting out her little monologue, even ending with a small bow. 

Noriaki ignored those complaining about barbarism or whatnot, and instead turned her attention to the one armed warrior - but not before giving a wink and a smile towards Kaede - making sure the red head knew exactly who she was referring to in her little speech. 

"If it's shogi you're after, my amputated angel, if you will be my King, I will be your pawn or your mountain dove. Your silver general or your great stag, Your flying swallow or your peacock." Noriaki would've continued, but doing so would reveal that all she knew about shogi was the names of pieces, and her point was made regardless.