Shigemori closed his eyes, took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and calmed his nerves.
He quelled his limbs, brought control over his heart, and calm to his breath. Under control, no longer shaking, he nodded his head once, and opened his eyes.
"Sir, forgive me. I stand upon a precipice - I do not quail at combat."
"The reasons to accept me are yours, as they will continue to be. What I can say to sway your thoughts is simply this: I have left Kusari because I disagree with their corrupt social system. Such a system, while not duplicated in its way, is only duplicated in its problems elsewhere..." he gritted his teeth, seeing as he was rambling "...In truth, I have studied, I've chosen this as my path for my life - I can fight, and if rejected, I would ask to work in a factory within your state, seeing as I've done that before."
"The purest reason - I am educated to know this is the cause I wish to aid - Im skilled enough in a fighter that its the one skill I can bring here"
He nodded once. Each breath paced and under control.
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