After a long battle you group up with Nobushi. She walks over to you slowly, limping slightly and grasping her naginata for support.

Her armor is dented and splattered with blood, her own and her enemies'. She looks exhausted but her eyes glow with the thrill of victory.

Well fought, my friend. She places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing firmly. Our enemies did not stand a chance! She sits in a nearby field Come, let us talk for a while.