The trip from Satsuma to northern Hyuga had been a positively uneventful one. Before arriving to the lands of the Ito Toshiro had bid farewells to the few retainers that had accompanied him, given his armor to them for safekeeping and and had dressed up in the attire he'd be wearing for the remainder of his journey. He had been greeted politely at the gates and provided with lodgings for the duration of his stay.

That had been roughly three days ago - though obviously this whole thing had been on a planning stage for much longer. As the morning had dawned and he had found himself standing amidst a small group, a woman, a man roughly 10 to 15 year younger than what he himself was and a man at least 15 years older than he himself was. Toshiro forced away the small, proper smile that tried to creep to his lips as he wondered how odd this collection of people would look traveling on the road.

When the Daimyo had spoken Toshiro straightened up, went to gather his weapons and some rations. He mused to himself about the situation and the current alliance between Shimazu and Ito - if Toshiro would be the head of the clan the whole province of Hyuga would already be under the Shimazu control, but he wasn't the head of the clan so such thoughts were meaningless. He shook his head and adjusted the straw hat. There would be ample opportunity for foolish warfare in the future. His father had pledged his aid to the Ito and Toshiro knew better than to go against his father's wishes. Getting the princess safely to be wed was a task much more important at the moment than conquering the province.

After he banished the thoughts of future from his mind the Shimazu made his way to the local temple for a quick prayer. Then he finally made his way to the gates and awaited for the true beginning of their trip.