[Motochika just shoots Gintoki a Look. He can just belay his endless bellyaching and listen because Zozo's being such a nice lass and asking about his manly tiger stories.]

Let's see. There was a warlord in Kannagawa, Utsunomiya, I think it was. Decided it'd impress his enemies to train up tigers to fight alongside his men. We stopped by there once, just to have a look around the place and see what they might have for us and I'll be damned if it wasn't impossible to see past your own nose. Nothing but the thickest fog you've ever seen. Seems he'd put a bit of thought into the tiger thing, since the last thing a man is expecting when he can't see his own hand in front of his face is a giant tiger hurtling at him out of the blue.

[He's on a roll now.]

We couldn't even see each other, let alone the men we were supposed to be fighting! It was either press on and hope we'd reach Utsunomiya himself or stand and fight and hope the fog would clear. I knew I'd lose too many men if we got separated by the fog, so I rallied them to my side and together we fought off hordes of the furry devils with only the sounds of each other's voices and blades to guide us. We made a brave stand until the fog finally lifted with not a man lost, but it was a near thing.

[He shrugs his jacket off (as usual, he's not even bothering with the sleeves) and shows off a nasty scar on one shoulder.]

One of them got a good bite, but the Devil isn't meant for a tiger's gullet.