The rat silences the bluff so fast that it fiercely crushes the Palace of the Dragon Kings; blocks the offensive of the horn!
"Rathan, it is sad that the disillusionment of being transported from Rokugan to this strange open country weakened my understanding of the Mirumoto techniques, those of the dragon clan, so much so that you still consider yourself my master. I will accelerate now that I have the bare basics. Now I have the power to expand my knowledge back to that which I once understood, before I was sent here."
In one simple cry, Sanctus focuses his entire welling charisma into his right hand, grasping his left onto the hilt of the concealed wooden katana, sheathed in the leather hilt marked with the design of the Mirumoto Niten School. Without word, and without any resound from the pull of metal along the sheeth, Sanctus focuses on his Iaijutsu technique, with complete control. "Po" Rushing through his muscles is the uneasy force of will, the dropping of his stomach as he brings his blade out, straight and narrow, cutting precisely through the wind and towards his opponent. "Po" and his lungs empty in a single breath. "Po" and the entire force, the chi, the muscle, and the will of a Samurai follow the energy of the blade of the Niten school with the energy that even without touch, would cut a simple stone watchtower in twain. "Po" and the blade, flawlessly is pulled back, in a single motion, lined up with the sheeth, and slides flawlessly back into place.
Sanctus blade will undoubtedly resound through the site of the fountain on this dusk. A simple cut, a sylable in which so much chi is expended, and the heart and soul of a samurai, shown in it's full glory.