"Minehime-dono, this is my father, Sanada Yukimura! The Tiger Cub of Kai! Alrhough..." He frowned softly, "I suppose you should be known only as the Tiger now, huh, Tou-san?" It had been a few years, but Shingen's health had only worsened and he passed in his sleep sometime while Daihachi was still young.
The man was pale, thin, lifeless. He leaned against Amaya and didn't bother moving or fighting her. He was broken. Akihime looked over, glad to hear that her son was well. "Although?" She urged, and her tone held a hint of ice to it.