[h2]Banha Akiyama[/h2]
[h3]New York, Arcadia-1[/h3]

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Banha watched as the being healed his troops, the dying awakened back into the light. He watched as the monster that almost killed them was atomised into nothing, defeated by a seemingly human male in golden armour. "Spirits." A Turian next to him whispered, astonished at the site before him. This was the work of magic! Not even the most advanced pieces of technology could do what this man was doing. 

The Batarian walked towards Varhak, the unconscious Krogan was beaten up but he wasn't wounded. His powerful gravity hammer lay silent next to him, deactivated until the next threat to it's master became known. After making sure he was okay, Banha approached the man who was helping them.

He had never felt this insignificant in his life. Used to being around people who led organisations in galactic proportions, he was usually at ease with beings more important than him. Except this time, it just made him uncomfortable to be next to someone that powerful.

Nonetheless, the proud Yakuza leader calmly bowed deeply in front of the man. He knelt before him, head down in humility. "I thank you for your kindness." He started, "For saving my krantt and the lives of my men, I owe you a debt of honour. It is the way of my people and the follower of Bushido." He activated his Shinken, a bright orange blade laced with energy and power. He stabbed into the ground, the Omni sword piercing cleanly. "I say this as an Akiyama, son of the last Yakuza. And I speak for all Yakuza here. We owe you."