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The young general's eyes widen a little when his back hits the wall, as if he's surprised to be pushed around, taken aback that anyone would treat him like this. He looks so much more vulnerable now, without all the trappings of his authority. The fan lays on the floor halfway across the room, where Kiyomasa had knocked it out of Mitsunari's hand, and the headdress sits discarded nearby, waiting for the rest of his clothes to join it.