Not for me. I was a samurai in a past life, an Irish one to be precise. When my good dear friend Miyamoto Musashi first met me, he had his servants douse me with water because he thought my hair was on fire.

Anyway, after mastering Japanese and reaching the high social class of samurai(well actually I was just the emperors body guard) I took the job very seriously. I killed 2 people for not bowing, even though they had a daughter.

I was young then and couldn't bring myself to kill her too. I felt so bad that I decided to take her with me. I raised her like she was my own blood to soothe my guilty conscience. Even now she thinks of me as her brother. From the outside, we might have seemed like a happy brother and sister. But every time I looked at her, I saw her parents' eyes staring back at me