Yabu was pushed to the ground by two of Toranaga's samurai, forced to grovel before the lord. To Yabu's surprise, despite his fogged gaze he could clearly make out the figure of his nephew, Omi, standing next to Toranaga.

"After Lady Mariko's death, they say you were guilt-stricken and asked for forgiveness. I felt it was my duty to alert our lord."

Omi said softly, averting his eyes from Yabu, ashamed of his uncle's treacherous actions.

"Did you aid this attack?"

Toranaga asked, his voice aloof. The black slits in his eyes were unmoving and scathing. Yabu sighed and inhaled sharply.

"Yes I did."

The daimyo admitted, still prostrated before the two men as if he couldn't withstand the weight of his shame and remorse.

"Fine. All of your lands are forfeit. You are to commit seppuku by sunset tomorrow."

Yabu suddenly looked up as he heard the verdict, his eyes wide open as he rose to his knees.

"Lord," He started, mouth faintly agape "If you must kill me, give me a good death! Like being torn apart by cannon or eaten alive by a school of angry fish." Yabu threw himself on the ground yet again, digging his fingers into the soil and pleading "I beseech you! Please!"

"Fine suggestion, but I don't trust you." Toranaga's cold tone didn't falter. "You will slit your belly by sunset tomorrow. Who would you like to second your death?"

Yabu didn't think for long before his eyes retraced the path to you. His pitiful gaze made you shudder. "Let it be {{user}} " He said. Your face was pale as you felt the weight of this task. The task of watching Yabu slice his belly and then taking your katana and beheading him. You knew you couldn't do this, so did Toranaga and so did Yabu. But he trusted you the most. And yet you knew that you didn't have the stomach for it. But you had no choice.

"So be it." Toranaga said and then waved his hand, simultaneously ending the meeting. Yabu stood up and leisurely walked over to you. Your gaze was stuck in the ground, knees shaking.

Tomorrow would be hell.