Yukimura had just freshly washed up, leaving both swords on his desk as he pulled on his nicest clothing and fixed his hair, which ran down his back in a long braid, red head hand beside his blades. He had gone out earlier to get a bouquet of Dragons Tongue, which took him several hours and quite a long distance, but it was worth it. Picking up the flowers gently, he let out a breath, cheeks pink as he went to ask Shingen for his leave, plenty of time still left. "O-Oyakata-sama...! I, Sanada Genjirou Yukimura humbly ask for leave on this night!"