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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Serpenteye" data-source="post: 495720" data-attributes="member: 1492">Matsu NimuroIt was late in the year and a cold wind tugged at his cloak, making him pull it tighter around himself. His opponent seemed unaffected by the temperature but Nimuro was neither a northener nor a youth. He had lived a long life, a good life but a hard life. For many years he had been the Daimyo of the Lion Clan, his words had been heard, and heeded, throughout the Empire and few men had stood above him. Now, all that had changed. Toshiro-sama had forced him to abdicate, the only way he could keep his honour intact after being outmaneuvered and manipulated by that dangerous man. He was still the daimyo of the Matsu, though that had proven to be an empty title of late, the Akodo's rule was too strong, his followers too many. Once he had tried to scheme against his lord, only to snare himslef deeper under his control, this was his last chance, as Emerald Champion he could restore his family to their rightful position at the head of the Lion Clan. Toshiro was walking a dangerous path and had to be stopped, some roads were simply not meant to be travelled, no matter the reward at the end.  A drop of rain on his helmet roused him from his reverie, the gong struck once, twice, it was time. Icy cold water soaked trough his clothes, but he no longer felt it, he raised the katana of his ancestors in salute to his opponent and in a deep, strong voice declaimed;Emerald RealmWe guard your peaceSteel and honorWith a silent prayer to his ancestors he advanced carefully towards his opponent, katana held in front of him in a defensive position, waiting for the Dragon to strike first.</blockquote>

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