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I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

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Upon the twilight of winter, the sky falls ever so slightly slower than during the summer as the cold freezes the heavens. During these nights all is stained in a cerulean veil from the frost that sits upon the ground. The moon blocked out from view, as the darkness was the most serene, and perfect for a moment of rest and a chance towards nirvana.

The serenade of the emerald blades was a dance of warriors. Upon the deepest nights in the darkness they sat upon the icing grass and let themselves weep. A true test of the warrior, a rumination took place, as understanding and consideration took place. This was a place for meditation, to unlock what lies within.

Ketsu Eki, the man who held his blade against his heart, began this ritual as a dirge of the hoarfrost black around him, and closed his eyes. This was a chance for others to reach out, and gain a chance to contemplate motives, and learn why each and every scar existed upon the body of the captain.

"Who wishes to join me within this ceremony?"

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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare