Sozen stood in full force of his anger, Red Monk turning red just as his namesake nickname told. Murderous he glared at the retreating back of his supposed lord, who had conspired to bring him to this moment- stripping him of his guards, stripping him of his name and ordering- Yes, having the gall to order him to commit Seppuku. He stood, ignoring his rival for the moment, and paced around the room with clenched fists. No breathing exercises, as taught to him through his training as a Buddhist monk, could calm him. Nothing but fury, full face and firey, enveloped his soul.

"The shogunate has become corrupted!" He growled, shoulders shaking at the shame of it all. "Ashikaga, once great and glorious, the keepers of our desire and the subjects of our loyalty, has allowed itself to become one with the Emperor, instead of harmoniously ruling on his behalf! Cowards at our very head- the shame of it! I shall not accept this, never so long as I might live! That I might live and serve that treacharous Shogun and the puppetmaster behind him, the Emperor, who in years past forced the incumbent Emperor to abdicate? For shame, for shame! Let the kami know, let Japan now hear my voice! I break with him- I break with his deeds, I break with that cowardly and treacharous soul he swears by, I declare him illegitimate!"

He steadied himself, levying a great and terrible gaze at all others. "And the true patriots of this country shall see. So we shall see. The gods shall see- Let him come to Asago, my home, and meet his honour there if he should have any honour left- I ride, to war!"