[color=c4df9b][b]Hattori Hanzo[/b][/color][hr]

She nodded towards Scathach; it had been more an affirmation that they could leave right now than anything else, but Hanzo was glad everything was clarified. A single step, before she stopped, a familiar figure approaching her.

The color drained from her face almost immediately after the Empress herself bowed in front of her, before extending a hand in greetings like those westerners that come every now and then to their homeland. 

The Empress, highest in the hierarchy, divinity made manifest, bowing to a lowly bushi like Hattori Hanzo. Was this some sort of joke? Was it a cruel jab at her, at her incompetence, her rudeness? Surely Hanzo could have greeted the Empress first, surely she could have done something, surely-

[color=c4df9b]"I... I apologize deeply for my rudeness!"[/color] Hanzo knelt down immediately, her head down in respect. [color=c4df9b]"I am but a lowly samurai. My name is Hattori Hanzo. Please do with me as you will."[/color]