The feline sighed, was it in annoyance, or just in how others responded to him... he himself did not know, and did not care to know. He turned once more to look out to the sea, a forlorn look in his eyes, and one paw gently layed on the hilt of his blade. It was in consideration if he should draw the blade, and with it the wakazashi that belonged to it. The two weapons that made up his Daisho had been passed down upon him, from none else then the Daimyo's daughter herself, for that reason he bore the blades with pride, uncaring what bloodshed they caused in his rulers name. "Alas my lord.... I have failed in slaying the last of my foes.... I am not worthy to be in your service... not after what I have forsaken to do. I hope that thee can forgive me." He sighed once more and lowered his head, his armor still clinging tightly to his body.