As the wind wisps through the hills, the green grass starts to produce it's morning dew as the sun, illuminating the world with it's red ray of light coats all around. As the funeral ends with the sermon made by the priest, everyone who knew Jaime turns and starts to chat among themselves.

Lubu, standing tall with his Polarm and his armour, and tabard hand, beginning to kneel to put his now, heirlooms, into the casket as it begins to lower,

Whether you are in the pit or in luxury, I hope my armour helps in death as it did to me in life.

Wiping his suit, putting the tabard as a cover as the casket hits the ground, six feet under. 

At his classes, Lubu uses the symbol of the lions as the lesson of strength, with each kick and jab - the red and gold colours of what surrounds his very dojo are used to inspire and empower him, and those around him,

To swipe with no inclination is to be a sheep,

To growl with only vindictive poison in your heart, is to live without purpose,

As one of my dear friends said, 'The power of the sword is nothing, without the knowledge of how to use it,'

With a bow, Lubu looks towards his class as they do the same with both of their hands clenched.