Bushidoboutique

True name: Kimura Okauemon Sadayuki (木村 岡右衛門 貞行)

Age: 46

Katana mei: Norimitsu, length 2 shaku 4 sun

Wakizashi mei: mumei, length 2 shaku 1 sun

The tale of the text – with a little twist

Kiura Sadayuki wasn’t just any samurai—he was the kind of guy who could walk into a room and make the furniture nervous. Tall, strong, handsome, and apparently powered by pure dramatic energy, he stormed the Kono residence like someone who’d been told the last bowl of ramen was inside.

Mid-battle, sparks flying everywhere, he suddenly realized:
He was thirsty.
Not metaphorically. Literally. Samurai or not, hydration matters. He spotted a tea-serving boy trembling in the corner like a leaf in a typhoon. “Water!” Sadayuki roared.

The boy’s legs, however, had filed for early retirement. All he could do was vaguely point at something off-screen like a confused NPC.

Sadayuki, deciding subtlety was for monks, kicked down the tea-room partition with the enthusiasm of a man who has never once worried about security deposits. He grabbed the kettle, chugged it like a champion, and then hauled the poor boy up by the collar: “Right. Now show me where your boss lives.”

Before the boy could protest, a large warrior leapt out to block the way. Sadayuki dealt with him so fast the man practically turned into a special effect. Then he marched deeper into the house, dragging the boy along like a reluctant tour guide.

And tucked in his sleeve? Two elegant poems about flowers, sake, dawn frost, and the spiritual journey of a samurai. Because even when you’re kicking down walls and vaporizing opponents, it’s important to stay cultured.

For an accurate translation of the print text, I would encourage you to get the book: Kuniyoshi -The faithful samurai by David R Weinberg.