[Red eyes dim softly and he nods.] Doumo. [He got so flustered and trying to make sure he got the words out, he said it without the translation kicking in. Nobunaga has no idea how to grieve. How can he be more upset over this one life than any others? His own brothers? He just falls into his old detached ways, but at least he's not fully snapped back, still letting himself be a little upset about it -- though more about "failing" his friend, even though he'd promised to protect Crichton from at least old foes.]

[All the same, at the last part, Nobunaga laughs softly.] Excellent, that would be my preference as well. Like I said, I've no doubt opportunities will present themselves.

Ninjas are not just assassins or warriors, they are also adept at being eyes and ears in places they are needed. [Spies, in other words.]