The Court room breathing with the very heart of Kyoto, radiating the very soul of the Blood Dragons; honor and respect shown by each and every Dragon there, from the lowest commoner to the most famous of Samurai. Miyamoto couldn't help but feel pride while looking at his brethren, who face death daily, stare in its eyes and fight until they defeat death itself, or perish like many before them. Sitting in a shady corner, surrounded by his most trustworthy Guards, Miyamoto took his time and dug through his memories, with an occasional smile or a painful grin appearing on his face.
Soon his calmness was swooped away like a leaf under the morning breeze by the sight of what it appeared, to be an Order uniform. The thought of betrayal, pain and death took over his mind. So much of it has been seen in the past dealings with the Order. From the death of one of the heroes of the Blood Dragons, to the betrayal in socializing with the petty criminal scum of Kusari, the Hogosha; the Blood Dragons have witnessed and suffered it all from the Order. Miyamoto did not forget what his people have been put through by these, these baka Gaijin. A leashed dog with no muzzle, just waiting for its owner to move out of sight so it can rip the chains and jump him from behind.
He stood up, knocking down the chair in the process. His Guards jumped on the sounds of the chair touching the ground, grabbing the top of their blades in case any trouble is at dawn. Miyamoto hand gestured them to calm down, but stay on alert. Anger and hatred from his eyes carefully observed every step the Order officers made, just waiting for them to make a wrong one so he could behead them with no consequences. A brutal wish, not worthy of a Blood Dragon's mind, but Miyamoto simply could not help it, even though he successfully hid it on the outside. The officer was greeted by Dato-sama, and that was more than Miyamoto would allow.
"Late is the hour, in which this traitor chooses to appear." - He shouted across the room, stealing everyone's attention, "The Order's hand has grown long indeed if they feel they're welcome here after what has happened. It may be that some of my brothers have forgotten the past quickly, but I am not one of them. The Order's betrayal after the battle for the Arch struck me deeply, and the wound is still bleeding. Not because we lost an ally, but because the Blood Dragons, that which I hold sacred, were tricked by those we trusted! Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, shame on you, fool me trice, a Blood Dragon I am not! And if counting still serves me, we have been betrayed twice, and I shall lay dead before His Majesty before I see you betray us once again! Now you walk into this Court, hoping a simple apology will cut it? Hah! This is our sanctuary! Our home for which we would spill our last drops of blood! And you bring our lost brothers here?! Tell me now, why should we even greet you without the two Order traitors' heads on poles?" - With it Miyamoto was facing the Order officer from a small distance, gazing directly into his eyes, reading him like an open book, trying to see what his next move will be, and how honest it will be.