Ryuga was annoyed. He wasn’t annoyed by the fact that he was awake at this time of night. He was used to it, taking lives for a living meant that you don’t really get a choice when you sleep. He wasn’t annoyed by the constant conversation by the conversation, because unlike most of the pampered sons, he actually understood the importance of information. He wasn’t even annoyed by the fact that the shogun was being threatened by a bunch of conspirators, because screw the shogun, what the hell has that bastard has even done for him? Ryuga was annoyed more for the fact that he was actually getting into combat. He had been a sellsword all of his life, but he didn’t really want to fight. Fighting meant that he was risking his life and he was just living for more than just himself, though if he ever fought, he was confident that he wouldn’t lose. The former Sellsword rubbed his eyes, he may have been used to sleep deprivation, but he wasn’t used to standing around stiffly. He just wanted to end this so he could just go home and rest. He didn’t really care about the glory of combat as a few would claim, nor he did have the ambition to move up the ranks, he didn’t want that burden of responsibility. He actually prefer to just be settling public disputes over this moment, because for the first time in a while he felt that he had gone back to his sellsword roots.