Tsubaki Sanjûrô1962

Iori Izaka:
[recounting his story about his falling out with his ugly-yet-noble uncle] I met the Superintendent.

Samurai:
What did he say?

Iori Izaka:
He was cooperative. At first he looked embarrassed, but the story of my uncle shocked him. He pondered. "All right", he said, "I'll help you. I'll talk with your group. Gather them quickly. That's what he said."

Samurai:
He's great!

Samurai:
Right!

Samurai:
A powerful support for us. Not a good-natured scarecrow.

[All laugh, then turn to face the sound of loud yawns coming from the darkness outside]

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
Wait.

[the tall, scruffy middle-aged ronin languidly swaggers in. His hair is unkempt, his sandals tucked into his kimono, his katana, in his scabbard, propped over his shoulder. He looks a mess compared to the other nine warriors before him. He cracks another huge yawn before stepping inside. He idly taps his katana against his shoulder]

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
An interesting story.

Iori Izaka:
Don't let him go!

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
Fool! If I wanted to run, why would I speak?

[He wanders further into the shrine, hitching his shoulder]

Iori Izaka:
Why are you here?

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
Free room overnight. By the way, overhearing has a merit.

[Rubs his chin]

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
They say outsiders can be good judges. Listen. I say the Chamberlain is alright, but the Superintendent is no good.

Samurai:
Don't insult him!

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
Take it easy. I haven't seen them. So I'm not cheated by their looks. The Chamberlain is ugly, isn't he? Right? But from your story I judge he's a great man. He doesn't mind being called a fool. Great! But the Superintendent... you mentioned his name with admiration. That means he looks attractive, right? But people aren't what they seem.

[He sits down on one of the straw mats]

Sanj?r? Tsubaki:
Be careful.