Hajime steps forward. His features betray no emotion, as much as anyone who knows him well has to be sure that, while the insult to himself is mis-aimed badly enough to make little mark, the rest cannot go unanswered.
"Artist, not a whore.
Honor sword, it is not yours.
You are not a man."
he replies, calmly as if he was ordering tea.
The back of his hand lightly touches the hilt of his sword, and his feet part into a steady stance. As leader, and as the claimant to the sword, Amiko has the ancestral right to ask for a second to take duels for her, so long as its a samurai.
As soon as he's in stance, back of his hand resting on his family sword, he goes stock still, gaze settling on Jushiro, waiting for him to respond.
Some things must be done the right way.
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