After a roll of drumming, a nonverbal call to silence was made by a rather large sword hacking down a tree in the midst of the courtyard. The sword wielding judge, one of the Onigami made no apologies for striking the tree. Instead he laid full blame on his fury bent on the two being tried. Once his excuse for the tree hacking was given, so began the judge's hearing.
"Insurgent, marauder, and supposedly ronin, Mankou. You are hereby found guilty upon such charges. Witnesses claim that you, now proven a sojourner, took the name of a dead Samurai from these very regions!"
The voice of the judge was not contested from the crowds. Nor was his sword. All remained below a whisper.
"The name you took, of course, means nothing anymore. Yet, with the honor of this name as Samurai. You took it upon yourself to impersonate a Samurai. To fight, train, and almost be disciplined like Samurai. No longer. Not in this country. This, the greatest of Nations where, as there are laws to govern the time and seasons, there are laws set in place to deal with anarchists. With base minds searching for base things at the cost of a foreign government. One that is foreign only to you, here. In the presence of true Raikou."
The crowds were beginning to come to agreement as the judge continued.
"The one and last discipline of a Samurai I will teach you myself before I take your head is silence." said the judge. His sword pointed towards Mankou, and then to Chi.
"And yet, there is someone else here who was dead before the name Onigami was ever tarnished by his decision to defect his given position to follow the likes of this Mankou. This husk of flesh is ripe for his sentence indeed. He turned on his own governor. Murdering him. Witnesses claim that he wore the blood of the governor and many others sworn to die for their dishonor by what means at the cost of such a lofty and heavenly sent commissioner of law and order in these lands."
The judge took a moment to let even his own emotions stir.
"It is for your father's sake that I still call you Chi... Onigami... Do you believe grace is given to you for your name alone? Do you believe, as your father justly would, that I unshackle you, forgive you and call you brother? If only all beliefs were truth! But then anarchy would have the day in the end along with the end of civilization!"
The judge came closer to the judged, his eyes locked on Chi.
"What could you possibly say in your defense? What could you ever do to give penance for what you have done? What sacrifice other than your own life can you now give? Speak now, Onigami!" said the judge. The order was met with silence. This held as the judge slammed his sword in the dirt right beside Chi.
"Defiant to the last? Is this how you wish to be remembered? Speak! Speak or I will invoke a demon in you to speak for you!"
The judge came even closer, eye to eye. Chi breathed in. Instead of words, spit came from his mouth in the judge's face.
"I have spit in the face of death and destruction, like a so called ronin said. Regardless. As a true Samurai, I am now prepared to die."