[private to self || unhackable]
Heh . . . so you come to me today. Grandfather. Yes, I still bow before you, though no longer in fear-I’ve done as you wanted. Built the Itto-ryu to perfection, sculpted the odds in my favor. Now, we are a force to be reckoned with. But this is not your Itto-ryu-this is mine. We are not here neither to redeem ourselves, nor to reestablish our ties with the samurai class-what use do I have for those fools? I had turned away from the road of prestige, honor, shame. What use do I have for bearing? I built this Itto-ryu on the foundation of whatever works-victory.
I would have changed the way of the blade of Japan. Changed the bakufu and taught it the true mastery of the weapon. However, my carelessness has cost me-but no longer. I will hurt this government, show it that which makes it a system of failure. Show it the value of victory, and of my Itto-ryu.
You are a whipped dog. I have followed your ambitions, but I have made them my own. I will follow this path of entwined fates, and make it mine.
Leave me. Your time is over. You have left what you can in my hands, and I have followed them. This, now, is my Itto-ryu, and no longer yours.
Makie is also none of your concern.
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An illusion.
To those who offered assistance regarding my inquiry for a surgeon, the matter has been taken care of.
Now I inquire regarding another thing. Those of you who understand the nature of electricity, I wish to speak to you.