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and threaten to commit harakiri
unless given money.
This disgraceful practice has put
many houses at a loss as to what to do.
But now we have Motome Chijiiwa,
a samurai of true valor,
who carried out his resolve
to die honorably.
And we have
the members of the lyi Clan,
who responded appropriately
to facilitate his wishes.
In contrast to many disgraceful ronin,
and the spineless timidity
both parities in this instance
acted in an exemplary manner
that will open eyes and clear the air.
It is truly an occasion
for mutual congratulations.
We bid you -
- Wait.
To avoid any misunderstanding,
we must show the blades.
Oh, yes.
For the record, we wish you to examine
the swords Chijiiwa was carrying.
You will note
that both blades are of bamboo.
Bamboo?
As you can see,
both are made of bamboo.
No one must accuse us later
So take a good look.
Is it clear?
In that case,
Motome must have borrowed
a blade from your household?
No, he did not.
He died magnificently
using his own blade.
Motome killed himself
with that bamboo blade?
Exactly.
The entire household
witnessed the spectacle
of harakiri performed
with a bamboo blade.
As you may imagine,
it was an unsightly affair.
It would have been more fitting
for a samurai
to end his life with a true blade,
which is a warrior's soul.
Now then.
We bid you good night.
Miho wept.
She wept...
and wept.
Motome!
Forgive me!
I...
I had no idea.
You had even sold your blades.
For Miho's sake
you even sold your blades.
But I... but I...
The stupid thing
was too dear to me...
and I clung to it.
To this stupid -
and in a coma,
Kingo died two days later.
Three days after that,
Miho died as well.
Thus did Hanshiro Tsugumo
find himself utterly alone in the world,
having lost every last person
he had ever cared about.
Master Tsugumo,
does that conclude your story?
Yes, I suppose so.
There's just one more thing.
May all those here listen carefully
to what I'm about to say.
No matter how grinding
his poverity and hunger,
for a samurai to present himself
in someone else's entryway
and declare that he wishes
is an unspeakable act
that can in no way be excused.
However...
the manner in which
the House of lyi handled the matter...
surely left a great deal to be desired.
If a samurai risks shame and ridicule
to beg for a day or two's grace,
he must surely have good reason.
A simple inquiry
as to the reason for the request
would have told so much...
yet with this many
witnesses present...
had the consideration to ask.
His wife lay gasping for breath,
on the very verge of death,
while his beloved son burned with fever,
in dire need of a doctor.
Motome no doubt wished
to explain the situation to me,
make whatever last efforit
he could for his son
before turning all furither care
over to me,
and then return here
to the House of lyi.
Hanshiro Tsugumo!
Enough of your self-serving excuses!
What?
the circumstances that drove him here
were no doubt complex.
But it was he who declared
his wish to commit harakiri.
What followed upon that request
may not have been what he intended,
but he reaped
what he himself sowed.
He was in no position to complain,
or to blame or condemn anyone.
At that point,
his was but to cast all else aside
and die a magnificent death.
To face death without wavering -
that is truly the way of the samurai.
But what did this man do?
He cravenly asked
for a day or two's grace.
of having gone mad!
True enough.
Motome had indeed gone mad.
But I say good for him!
I praise him for it.
He may have been a samurai,
but he was also
a man of flesh and blood.
He could not live on air alone.
When he has reached
the point of no return,
even a man as strong as Motome
will go mad trying to protect his family,
and I would praise him for it.
They'll call him "the bamboo ronin."
Not only samurai, but townspeople, too,
will scoff at his wavering.
But let them laugh all they want.
Who can fathom the depths
of another man's hearit?
Thanks to the shogunate's ruthless policy
of wiping out the provincial lords,
countless samurai lost their masters
and were cast out
How can those who never wanted for food
or clothing understand their misery?
To those who find Motome
loathsome for his pleading, I ask:
What if you found yourself
in the same position?
Would you do any differently?
After all,
this thing we call samurai honor
is ultimately nothing but a facade.
Is that your grievance?
Grievance?
Is that what you're trying to tell us?
That samurai honor
is nothing but a facade?
Yes.
"Even if I say I want
to commit harakiri,
they surely won't actually
make me do it."
Such wishful thinking
is where these ronin go wrong.
If a man says he wants
to commit harakiri, we will let him.
In fact, since he has proposed it himself,
we'll make sure he does.
That is the policy of the House of lyi.
For us, samurai honor
is no mere facade!
has come here
with no intention of committing harakiri,
but rather out of deep bitterness
over the manner in which the lyi Clan
treated his son-in-law Motome Chijiiwa,
and the desire to vent
his many grudges.
Is that what you think?
That's not for me to say.
You can only look into your own hearit.
But all the same,
you have no intention
of letting me leave here alive?
That is my decision to make.
I need make no excuses to you.
Counselor,
there is a proverb, "The suspicious mind
conjures its own demons."
Do you know it?
When I say I will disembowel myself,
I truly mean it.
Yet, even after all I have said,
Suppose I were to go on living.
to look forward to?
The fact is, I can hardly wait
to join Motome and Miho and Kingo
in that world to which
they have gone ahead.
to face them
were I to go empty-handed.
I think you can understand that.
I thought perhaps once I had explained,
then even members of the lyi Clan
would surely say,
"Oh, so that's how it was.
Perhaps we were overzealous that day
in rushing to that end.
Anyone can see that our handling
of the situation was less than ideal.
Perhaps there were ways
in which we carried things too far.
No doubt both parities could have
conducted themselves to better effect."
If I could take with me
even a single word in this vein,
it would be a comforit to Motome.
Was this not the most fitting gift
I could hope to take him?
Such were my thoughts,
but I see now it was nothing
but wishful thinking.
If you can see that,
then it makes the rest easy.
This world does not bend
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