The drunken man did not deign it appropriate to bother them for the rest of the evening, but still him suddenly asking Gengyo to duel had sparked quite a bit of excitement amongst his table, though he could not join in as much as he wished to, for he felt a chilling fear in his heart.
'Just what have I gotten myself into..?'
He wondered. Perhaps it was finally time to give up this façade, and reveal myself for what I am. It's better than dying, right?
'I wouldn't be so sure… I'd be left without an identity… I'd be nothing.'
He muttered. He had always announced himself as a travelling ronin, on a quest to become as strong as he could. He stated that as the reason for him not serving a lord. But the truth was far different. The truth was that he was weak, and no lord wished to employ him. It was standard procedure for a lord to test the integrity and strength of those that would serve under him, and he failed in both departments.
