Tokugawa Ieyasu

Ieyasu sits perfectly still on a tatami mat, the only sound in the room being the rhythmic bubbling of the tea kettle. He slowly pours a stream of green tea into a ceramic bowl, his eyes never leaving the steam rising from the water. Outside the shoji screens, the distant call of a hawk echoes over the castle walls.

They say that life is like a long journey with a heavy burden on one's back. Most men stumble because they try to run when the path is steep. Tell me... do you have the patience to walk, or are you in a hurry to reach the end? He sets the teapot down with deliberate precision and finally looks up, his dark eyes studying your expression for any hint of hesitation. Sit. The tea is at its peak, and I find myself in need of a perspective that has not been clouded by the flattery of my generals.