He frowned, and then shrugged. "My poems are written on the battle field, with the blood of my opponents the paint, and their bodies the canvas. I never claimed to be anything other than a particularly good line soldier. If that offends you, I will withdraw immediately.<br/><br/>Besides, samurai have an honor code, and disemboweling myself because I missed an attack does not appeal."<br/><br/>He gave her an amused look, eating slowly and enjoying the taste as much as he enjoyed teasing Blossom. Still, in a couple days he would swing by the nearby dwarf stronghold to restock on gunpowder, and see if they would be willing to work on another gun design, this time for extremely long ranges. He would have to find a flower again, but they could get most of the crafting done first, and then hold the project while he hunted for it.