Blackwater Islands A martini. Shaken, not stirred.

There would be no moments of resistance or hesitation.

By the man's tone alone, Arashi knew that Blackwater's law would stand firm and that the "Speaker" would see to it the laws were followed.

Nyra was his shujin — his leader until death forced their parting. Nothing would alter that fact.

Eyes swiveling in the direction to which the man spoke of, the samurai turned in preparation to follow Tulok from these lands. This would be the last he would see of the island. Good riddance too. He wasn't a fan to begin with. Perhaps it was truly for the better.