[Souji smiled, more and more certain that this man could almost be Ryouma's Western counterpart.]

I knew someone who thought much the same way.

[He died violently, or so said the history books Souji read. He wondered absently if the same fate awaited Cliff; or even someone like Tetsu.]

It's an honourable way to fight. Something I'm afraid I'm very poor at.

[He held the weighted sword in both hands and raised it over his head.]

As for my title...

[He swung the sword downward, a practised arc, a perfect stop - a twinge in his side.]

It doesn't much matter. Have you ever worked with swords before?