::He pats his war mare gently, reassuring the beast. His eyes fall to the city, shrouded in mist, cloaked in beauty, left to ruins by the traitor-shogun.::
"To see such beauty in ruin, it breaks my heart. This dishonors the memory of those who fought to defend this city so long ago."
::Shuuen takes hold of his blade, lifting it above his head. Behind him, Samurai raise their blades in unison.::
"To avenge the shame of our people...to restore the honor of those who gave their lives for Edo, we will exterminate the enemy of Kishin...and free her from his grasp."
::Pulling the reigns of his mare, Shuuen races off along the path to the port city of Sawatori, where his fleet awaits its commander. The armor of the Samurai shines in the sunlight, noticed by the people of Kishin, who bow in respect for the ancestral warriors, those who serve them, and them alone.::
"With love that would overflow, cover me gently - Let me have eternal sleep.I can't see you..." - The Last Words of Yae Kurosawa