"Look, I appreciate the thought, but you don't need to do any of this for-"
"But we must! You helped us pass our gempuku!"
"And what about this fan Ami-san made for you?"
"Or the arm protector?"
"Or the haori?"
"Or your work for Sobo-"
"-Well, graciously, I will accept these gifts - we can perform the ritual of three after this is over. But do-"
"Please?"
"...If you must. But please, only if you ensure my opponent gets the same fanfare, alright? She's some I truly respect as if she were my sister and if you show me this much enthusiasm, she deserves the same."
- - - - -
"INTRODUCING!"
As the Shamisen strummed with intensity, freshly picked cherry blossoms were thrown onto the path. A wall of spears, forming a cage in front of the entrance, raised to let the Kitsu take his first steps to the ring.
"Weighing in dearly in our hearts, they say he once fought home alone from the depths of the Crane lands! It is said that the ancestors themselves cite him when they welcome another from the Kharmic wheel! They say each scar on his body is a small shrine, dedicated to those who have passed before us!"
One young samurai began.
...As the excessive compliments came down, Moshumaru used the fan he had been given - one which depicted a simple deer design - to cover the embarrassment on his face. The upper half, not covered by the fan, showed eyes of steel.
"Do not weep for him, for he weeps for you!"
"Hold your head high, for his hands will raise you higher!"
"Begin any poetry with heart, for his mind will finish it!"
Another one shouted.
"HE IS..."
"KITSU MOSHUMARU!"
The small group clapped for their chosen champion with rigor and spirit, roaring his name.
One too many nights watching underground sumai, I think...
- - -
That was... excessive. Stripping down to appropriate sumai attire, he faced his opponent with a bow and respect.
"Do your best, Inoshishi-san."
(rolls made once lower honour is determined).
