A temple bushi leads a spartan existence. They live for their lord and sacrifice everything for the greater good. Hell, they share the Bushido card with another poor slob who will no doubt end up a similar quivering pile of bloody sushi and shredded clothing under a fern. But this guy has the sculpt of true determination to get killed in the most heroic fashion and maybe... just maybe see another game.
As lowly as he is, he is my first Bushido paint job and my most favorite. I failed to get every bit of flash which is unfortunate but the calmly wound up tension on this sculpt is undeniable. I never had a better time painting robes and I mean that. Great fig.