Yorimasa sat in utter concentration as the last newly converted citizen of Edo left, enlightened by the teachings he had learned from his masters. It was nice seeing his fellow brothers and sisters enlightened in the way of Nirvana. The common folk needed hope, guidance, reassurance that finding nirvana was the next step to true happiness. But, alas, even with his benevolent goals, the Samurai of the Edo Clan glanced his way with looks of distrust, and maybe even hatred. The Edo had even posted a few samurai to make sure he wasn't inciting rebellion. The Buddhist teachings did renounce the lavish life of the shogun and his generals. There had been revolts in the past led by Buddhist monks that led to the dethroning of a shogun. But Yorimasa had no intention of doing so. Civil war would disrupt the peace of the individual and community. Not to mention the large loss of life on both sides. Yorimasa would simply preach for as long as the people were willing to listen. When there was someone else who was able to recite his teachings, he would leave the city as it was when he entered. But that day was far off. Perhaps a year or so and a disciple would be studious enough to be able to preach all the Buddhist teachings in the city. For now, he would abide his time. Breaking out of his meditative trance, he placed his Nodachi over his shoulder, and picked up his Naginata. Perhaps a walk would ease his minds of the troubles that lay ahead. Sliding the door open, the sunlight poured into the normally dark building, and a few peasants passing by greeted him respectfully. The Cherry Blossoms were just starting to bloom, signaling new life. The fresh air was gentle on his lungs, and he passed quietly through the streets, just taking in the sights of the bustling street life of Edo. It was nice to see normality once in a while. The warrior monk quietly walked the streets, stopping once in a while to take a closer look at something. It was unsettling to the citzens, but, he was a monk, so they left him to his own devices.