Silver Moraine yūkan na

If you cannot accept that, turn back now.
Frowning, resolute, Shinjou did not falter, his gaze steadfastly meeting that of his lord.

Your fight is my fight, and my life is yours, declared the smaller of the two men. In time, he would see whether this newfound allegiance could grant him the discipline he had always lacked. But already, Shinjou envisioned himself reborn—a man remade. He clung to his own words, even if history had too often reduced them to mere illusions.