The 47 Ronin v1.3 (c#1A72A6.fdr - Whoa is (Not)

46.
Kira considers the tree with a critical eye. Then turns to
Mika and does the same.
LORD KIRA
In the end the tree succumbs. It
is a truth.
(pointedly)
And it is inevitable.
And off Mika’s frightened expression, we --
CUT TO:
INT. KIRA’S FORTRESS - LORD’S CHAMBERS - MOMENTS LATER
Kira enters and shuts the door behind him. A SHADOWY FIGURE
stands with his back to us at the edge of the balcony
overlooking the thousand foot drop below.
LORD KIRA
Thank you for waiting.
The figure nods almost imperceptibly. As Kira angles around,
we get a better look at the man. Tall, stacked with corded
muscle. Dressed in a traditional ninjutsu outfit so dark red
it is almost back. A mask across the lower half of his face
conceals his identity and leaves only his EYES exposed --
eyes that burn with an intelligence and remorselessness that
chills our blood.
The NINJA CLANLORD is quite possibly the most imposing figure
this side of the Shogun.
LORD KIRA (CONT'D)
I wish to hire your ninja clan to
deal with the ronin. Oishi in
particular.
The Clanlord’s voice is the unfathomable crack and rumble of
deep-earth coal being crushed to diamonds.
NINJA CLANLORD
Did I not just overhear your spy
say he was broken?
There’s a smirk in his voice.
LORD KIRA
I have not gotten to where I am
without taking precaution.
Kira tosses a heavy purse of gold kobans to him. Only the
Ninja Lord’s hand moves, snatching it out of the air like a
snake grabbing a bird in flight.