Miyamoto watched as Teraku slowly walked outside of the chamber, he turned around once more and looked Miyamoto straight in his eyes, with disappointment in them. Was I to eager to accept an old friend back, he questioned himself, trying to see the answer before making the wrong decision. He glanced towards the glass opening and gazed at the winter cold Chugoku. Finally he turned to Akuji, but something was out of place. Akuji's face was grim and emotionless, like that of a grim reaper.
"I must go... They.. I must go." - Akuji spoke to Miyamoto with a strange, tortured voice, "Akuji calm yourself down! Where must you go? This is your home!" - Anger rose in Miyamoto, anger, even hatred for his foolish actions, "Be who you were born to be Akuji, now is the time to choose. If you do this, and betray us, neither you nor your 'friends', will have peace. Your souls will burn, either by the fires of the Dragons, or out of misery!" - No more options, no more pointless words, now was the time.
"No, I must go." - Akuji muttered towards Miyamoto and ran outside of the chamber, "So be it. Those that have no honor in life, shall have none in death." - Miyamoto said in sadness as he observed Akuji disappearing in the hallways of Kyoto, and later on his ship in the depths of Chugoku.
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