A Long Grudge/Script

Wastelands

 * Subaki: All right, we're just a stone's throw from the Deeprealm. You must be looking forward to seeing your son again, Saizo.
 * Saizo: ...
 * Subaki: Hmm. I'd swear you look even surlier than usual, Saizo. What's wrong?
 * Saizo: Ah, just concerned about whether my son is getting the training he needs. He's sixth in a line of Saizos. The firstborn men in our family always take the name. And with the name Saizo comes great expectations. If his training has failed him, my son will be a subpar Saizo. I can't have that. He's much older since last I saw him. I have a fairly severe test in mind. Hmm? People. Ahead.
 * Funke: What? You refuse your mission? That reeks of treachery. Reconsider, child.
 * Asugi: Not happening. You could double my cut, and I'd still refuse. I'm out.
 * Saizo: What in all the bitter hells are you doing here, Son?!
 * Asugi: And now you too?! If this ain't the brown sprin