Nekokaburi enters, bloodied and bruised, his hakama tattered. With his myriad wounds, it is a wonder that the samurai can stand, let alone walk.
"Rathan-sama! Rathan-sama! I have dishonored the Temple of the Light with two defeats, once at the hands of Fanged and Clawed Wolf, then against the samurai-ko Kanadrin-chan. I have lost the ancestral blade of my line to the dog Shou Ren. Since entering this world of martial conflict, I have brought nothing but dishonour to my name, and will return it to my ancestors blemished."
"I humbly request that I might begin preparations for seppuku to cleanse this stain of dishonour!"
Nekokaburi does not faint or drop to his knees at the last of this, but simply stands waiting, blood dripping slowly from his wounds.