Back in his chambers, Miyamoto was finishing with his meditation session. His mind troubled as always, and the recent death of a young Dragon in a fight with the Naval Forces is still fresh in his heart. Wearing his red robes with golden stripes and a large golden dragon on his back, Miyamoto took his katana and prepared to polish and sharpen it. A warrior without a clean and prepared blade is as good as dead. At that point one of his Guards knocked on the doors, proceeded inside and bowed, "Sensei, Daimyo Oshiro-sama has arrived with a... Guest. He is requesting audience with you. Shall I guide them in?" - The dragon questioned while eying Miyamoto's blade, "Hai, do so brother." - He said while gliding a piece of cloth over his blade.
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