Samurai

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The Samurais were Fire Nation legend. If an ancestor of yours had been a revered hero of the Samurai, you were given extra respect. If you were a Samurai, only the Fire Lord was more respected. That was why, Zuko had explained carefully, these swords needed to be taken care of so precisely. They had belonged to a Samurai, and were entitled to the appropriate care. From they way Zuko was talking about it though, Katara figured they probably had their own worshippers and shrine. Gently, Zuko brought her back to the task at hand. They weren't swords he used, they were his deceased uncle's swords and therefore all the more special. He needed her to take care of them while he was gone. She pouted a little, knowing she had to give in since he wouldn't trust the weapons of his beloved uncle to anyone else. Grudgingly, she had accepted the job and learned the cleaning and polishing techniques. By the time they were done, Katara was nearly in tears. Zuko was really leaving, wasn't he? He wouldn't have been so careful or so precise if he had thought he was coming back soon to do the job himself. She choked back a sob, staring at General Iroh, the Dragon of the West's swords, all which remained of who he had been. Why did the Samurai have to be so brave?

A/N: Sad…Iroh's dead and now Zuko has to go get himself killed! And we're just assuming that the Fire Nation has copied the Samurai tradition. It's all about honor, so it seems to fit right in!