He exhaled slowly. Time was short. He moved with a panther's grace to the Dojo steps. Lamp light flickered in the evening breeze. "That is far enough." His master's behest might once have commanded obedience. Now, a memory turned sour. He approached the silhouette without bowing. "My brother is dead. You tricked me." His voice wept regret. "And I believed you." The immortal blade was suddenly lightning in his hand. "Have a care, Lo Chen, you came this far when the sun shone, but now it is dark." The sensei's eyes were milky with cataracts. "And I have lived my life in the shadows."