The Silver Samurai is annoyed, watching them through the iron mask that is clasped over the entirety of his face. The gaijin had maimed him, nearly killed him, but hadn't fully succeeded. The burns were so terrible that no amount of modern medicine would ever fully restore his face.
Over thirty skin grafts later, the face beneath the mask was a horror to behold; he couldn't possibly show it to anyone.
"Stand aside. This weapon does not belong to you. It is an heirloom of my family and I have claim to it. You are all trespassing here." Jushiro says slowly.
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