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Dressed in alluring robes of mourning and sorrow

I approach my master's enemy with parasol unrestrained.

Pale moonlight dances upon fluttering cherry blossoms.

Alone, you and I, at our empty stage.



After endless searching for this killer

I finally can challenge "him" myself.

Hateful, vindictive, sad were once my tears.

Yet all of this ends tonight.



How it torments my mind to know that my revered master is no more

and that his enemy still breaths.

In my master's stead, I will defeat you.

I will strike you dead, my enemy, just as you struck him.



I reminisce all that happened to me before as I draw near.

Every single pain felt in the past ached my heart.

But my master's tender, overwhelming love blew it all away.



Then I look at "him" before me.

"The devilish fool must not live," I whispered.

That demon's duel with my father destroyed him.



Concealed is my rage for this demon.

Concealed is the Iai in my oil paper umbrella.

Forgive me master as I take vengeance against your volition.



The man before me draws his blade.

I draw mine.

We begin.



Master, all that you've taught me lives through this shade and sword.

All the love you've shown me is cared by this kimono.

You taught me to live freely, Master, and I swear, I'll survive this fight until the very end.