In that period of elegy and bloody mourning belonging to the samurai, the last great armor had been put on by the homeless ronin, and the unsheathed swords were as polished as snow. The samurai who had lost their names licked their dark and bloody minions, and they were as ferocious as lions in the undulating rice sea like a sea of thunder, roaring towards the fire guns and the national collapse.
Purpose: Morality in troubled times