One by one the warriors she had seen before arrived at the rally point, but the Princess herself was yet to show. This was for the best she thought, better she be tardy than any of them. No one spoke to each other, merely standing awaiting their objective. 

The last, and clearly eldest, of them out arrive with a bit more of a show. She watched on as he tore his kimono to rags and called upon two armored compatriots standing watch at the gate to which they stood. They ran to his side. Sayuri couldn't help but watch in an awed silence at how they respected him. The man must be be of very notable importance. She watched as he chopped the topknot from his head, a feat that even caused pause among the common-folk. 

Finally he would surrender a small smile and a customary bow. She returned the courtesy, he then spoke. 

"My name is Miyasato Tetsuo. I am honoured to be considered worthy of fighting beside all of you - should the need arise, of course." 

Hopefully the need would not arise, but no one could make that promise. “Tsukino, Sayuri, an honor,” she replied with fully courtesy.