Bushidoboutique

True name: Shiota Matanojyo Takanori (潮田 又之丞 高教)

Age: 35

Katana mei: Kunihisa, length, 2 shaku 4 sun

Wakizashi mei: Kunihisa, length, 1 shaku 6 sun

The tale of the text – with a little twist

Ushioda Takenori had already lived one full samurai career under the Yoshida family before switching over to the Akao crew—sort of like changing jobs, except with more spears and fewer HR forms. He was especially good with a spear, the kind of guy who could probably skewer a fly mid‑air just to prove a point.

During the night attack, he approached the back gate, tossed a hooked rope, and vaulted over the wall with the grace of a very angry crane. Once inside, he unbarred the gate and charged ahead like someone who’d had three cups of matcha and no patience.

While prowling through the garden looking for Moronao’s apartment, a man suddenly leapt out shouting, “Shimizu Ikkaku here!”—as if announcing himself at a party rather than a duel—and immediately swung a sword at Takenori’s throat.
Takenori dodged, spun, and countered with his spear. Shimizu twisted away. The two of them went at it like a martial‑arts demonstration that had gotten wildly out of hand: parries, thrusts, kicks, dramatic breathing, the whole package. It was so evenly matched that an observer might have started placing bets.

Just when it looked like the fight might last until sunrise, Miura Jirozaemon sprinted in, jabbed Shimizu in the side with his lance, and basically yelled, “Tag, I’m helping!”

Shimizu, still refusing to die politely, tried to keep fighting, but Takenori seized the moment and delivered the final blow to the throat. Shimizu collapsed without a word—probably because he no longer had the anatomical equipment for one.
Takenori and Miura didn’t even glance back.

They had a mansion to storm, a mission to finish, and absolutely no time for dramatic pauses.

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