He kept his eyes closed as Tenma began to speak. The general was prepared to send this man off in a moments notice. Dong Zhu was a man of patience and respect but he was no fool. As the words flowed out of his mouth, he could hear that the man before him was genuine. While he felt he was no where near as passionate as himself. There was a good amount of love for his former home. The man before him was either a good liar or speaking from his heart. Dong Zhu opened his eye and looked Tenma in the eyes as he continued. It was a few moments before he finished with a gentle breath and a hand upon his chest.
"I am willing to take a test to prove that the lives of Kou soldiers will not be wasted in my hands though." Dong Zhu closed his eye once more and thought about his decision before he spoke again. A few moments would pass before his lips would part.
"While we may not have the same vision. I am willing to arrange to have your citizenship become official. In the meantime, we should discuss the other contents in this proposal with the emperor. If you are truly willing to prove yourself, he will know a way." He moved to another part of the room as he spoke, grabbing a few documents from underneath a small chest. After placing them on the table, he would begin to write with a black feathered quill. His attention would change over to a book with a magic circle on the cover. After writing a few words, he would ring a small bell. In just under a minute, a woman would enter the room in the same fashion as the maid from before.
Her hair was long and black like shadow. She wore a light, black, silk cheongsam. Her face was familiar to a woman Tenma had met briefly before. A mysterious woman that had guided them to their chambers after the meetings earlier that day.
"It's good to see you, Ai. Would you lead our guest to the emperor and have one of your puppets complete these documents?" Dong Zhu walked over to her, handing her a thin stack of paperwork.
"I am quite busy." His voice seemed to drop into one that seemed rather hostile. She replied back in a playful tone,
"Of course, I wouldn't not help our dear guest. Enjoy your work, my lord." Ai's eerie laughter followed her statement as she held the papers close to her flat chest.
Her attention shifted over onto Tenma with an unsettling smile on her face as she brought herself up to stand.
"Ah~ Master Tenma. Would you follow me? I'm confident that our dear emperor would love to see you." She held a prim and proper stature as she guided Tenma out of the office. As they passed through the halls, any maids they passed would stop in their tracks to greet Ai with the same statement as they bowed to her.
"Good day, Lady Ai." Each time they would walk by the air would get colder as well. It was an unnatural chill that made the skin stiffen. They would needlessly wind in and out of dark corridors until they reached the throne room. The room was dim with trickles of light shining through glazed windows. Yoshiro was sitting upon the throne with a plain desk in front of him that was littered with papers.
"Emperor Yoshiro. One of our honored guests was sent here by the general to grace your presence." He looked up from his work to meet eyes with Tenma.
"Thank you, Ai. You may return to what you were doing." The woman bowed out into the shadows with a gentle hand to her chest. Yoshiro waited until she left before addressing Tenma.
"I hope she did not bother you." He would pause a moment, pushing the table in front of him gently out of the way and raising from his throne. The bottoms of his shoes would echo throughout the empty hall as he walked down towards him.
"I was told you were willing to prove your strength. Being a general in an army is no easy task and I have to be confident you can protect them as well as yourself." Yoshiro would stop a few steps away from him and draw his katana from his waist. He plunged it into the ground and an icy mist began to flow from the cracks it created. In mere seconds, the whole room was transformed into an arena that was square; 50 meters in height and width. Surprisingly, the flooring was not slippery but the space they had to duel was smaller.
"No magic or special tricks," he said, casting his metal vessel to the side,
"Just ordinary blades and our strength." Yoshiro had a smug expression on his face as he tossed a katana to Tenma from a nearby rack after taking an identical one himself. "When you're ready, come at me." His hand would gesture towards himself, egging the man on. The sword was crafted from the best materials and was incredibly sturdy with a blade that was roughly 60cm in length; average for it's kind. Yoshiro had taken a few steps back. There was a distance of 5 meters between them and 45 meters behind them.