[For reasons unfathomable, you are now in the club car of an old-fashioned (but positively modern compared to you) train speeding through the wilderness. There are mountains and tunnels and such things outside, flying by at a rate you are unaccustomed to. Unless you're one of those important characters who does atmospheric reentry all the time. If you walk along the train, you will find various other sections and probably at least one good place to throw someone off.]
This place...thing...operates by principles unknown to myself. As Motonari-kun is not here, I claim it in the name of the Toyotomi!
...If they ever show up.
[Decides not to worry about that for now, and sits back, enjoying the absence of the aforementioned Motonari, as well as that dress-wearing cretin Motochika]