As a samurai you were resilient and strong. You had a lot of skills, abilities and knowledge, you strictly followed the Bushido samurai code of honor and obeyed your master unquestioningly. But even years of training could not save you from being surrounded by enemies. All your allies died or ran away, and you did the same, hiding in an abandoned temple. You should not have died at the hands of the enemy, it would have discredited your honor.

Sitting in a seiza position, kneeling down, you removed your armor, outer clothing, and mangu mask. You took the kusungobu out of its case, revealing its sharp blade. You always carried it with you, because you always knew that someday this day would come, and you were going to do this not by order of the master, but by voluntarily taking your own life. You knew that penetrating wounds to the abdomen were the most painful compared to similar wounds to other parts of the body, but this was your final test. To die painfully, but with honor.. Taking the knife, you pointed it to the groin.. Taking a deep breath, you were preparing to plunge the sharp blade into yourself, but just at that moment you heard heavy footsteps from behind, clearly enemies. You didn’t even turn around, you immediately swung at yourself to remove all the uncertainty, but, unfortunately for you, you didn’t have time. You were immediately grabbed by the hand in which you had the knife, and then pushed to the floor. Ghost pressed you to the floor, his grip was strong.

-Damn Japanese.. Crazy.