Alright, so how about this then....
Hiroshi at first just merely rolled his eyes and acted as if he hadn't heard the semi-intoxicated man's remarks, as the man stepped out from the bar, as Hiroshi passed by on the street. Then the man had repeated his insults louder, which made Hiroshi pause for a brief moment, but still he was just going to calmly continue walking.
But then it happened.... "Oh well I guess, the Nip can hear." While the man, had probably uttered a few other racial slurs in his previous string of insults, Hiroshi hadn't heard them clearly as he had been trying to ignore the man. However, now that he had paused for a moment, the man's words rang clearly in his head.
Hiroshi spun around to face the man, his right hand tightened about the grip of his katana. And with a raised eyebrow and a calm, yet also spine tingling and dark look about his face... "I hear just fine, but I suggest you be able to back your words. Else, I suggest you offer a sincere and convincing apology, lest I cut out your insulting tongue."
The man at first started to laugh, thinking Hiroshi's words to be completely outrageous. His laughter however, only seemed to make Hiroshi more serious and the samurai began to approach slowly, his hand still resting calmly on the grip of his katana. As Hiroshi approached, the man stopped laughing and took a more serious look about him.
He at first raised his hands in a gesture of "mock surrender", sort of waving them in the air, in front of him as he attempted to both stall Hiroshi and think for himself. "Now let's just talk about this, young man."
Hiroshi stopped his approach and took a more relaxed stance, but his hand still rested on the grip of his katana. "So talk...but you heard my terms. You can either fight me, and if you win...well if you win my life is yours. Or you can apologize, and as long as it is sincere, I simply walk away. But if you fight me and I win, you die...or if you offer me an insincere apology, I will cut out your lying tongue."
The man swallowed hard, his intoxication for the moment seeming to dissipate as the stress of the situation rose. He turned to another next to him and whispered, "Get my axe." Then turned to face Hiroshi again, "Very well, I'll fight you, if that's what you wish...."
"Oh no you will not, Master Sergeant Kendrick!", came a shout from behind Hiroshi. Glancing over his shoulder to see what appeared to be a Judge looking figure approaching, Hiroshi relaxed his right hand letting go of the grip of his katana and taking a relaxed stance as he stood in the middle of the street.
Master Sergeant Kendrick, the man who had been insulting Hiroshi, gulped before responding to this new figure who now stood just to the right of Hiroshi. "Lord LaCroix. Is there some concern over two men having a friendly contest?", the Master Sergeant asked with a somewhat shaky voice.
"Considering your reputation, and considering I heard why you might be having said 'friendly' contest, to begin with and since this man has given you a simple way out." Lord LaCroix paused briefly, "I do believe there is a problem, Master Sergeant."
The Master Sergeant looked from Lord LaCroix to Hiroshi and back again, a defiant look on his face the entire time. A loud clang of a two-handed axe hitting the street shattered the silence of the moment, as the man returned with the Master Sergeant's axe but dropped it in surprise when he saw the judiciary figure.
Lord LaCroix turned and faced Hiroshi, "Regardless of how much of a bonehead, Kendrick is. I strongly suggest you just let this go and walk on. His drunken stupidity isn't worth your time nor the time it would take to clean his blood from your blade."
Hiroshi merely gave a small smirk, then a polite bow to Lord LaCroix. "I really had no intentions on getting on the bad side of any Judges anyways."
A few years later.... Hiroshi sat down after working with his father on some swords, and thought about the past. He laughed to himself, thinking about somethings.... Especially when thought about his old friend Benoit... they had first met when Benoit had stopped a potential duel between Hiroshi and drunk Master Sergeant; but over the past few years, while Hiroshi had stayed working with his father as a sword smith and was also a samurai like many in his family before him; Benoit had left his past behind.
Hiroshi smiled as thought about Benoit and all the crazy nonsense he must of been up to over the past few years. The two had only met up on a few rare occasions, and usually only when their paths happened to cross by some odd chance. And most often, the two ended up helping each other out of all sorts of things. While, Hiroshi was always hard pressed to stay to his traditions he was raised by and still help his friend.... somehow, it seemed that not helping his friend would be more dishonorable than to help him.
And so it had went... at least until just recently... news had spread that the entire LaCroix family was "under fire". Or well, they had been ever since Benoit had turned against his father and helped some poor guy out, and then decided not to become a Judge. But now, evidently it was worse...because supposedly Benoit had stolen one of the LaCroix family airships.
Some Judges had even came and arrested Hiroshi, under the assumption he knew where Benoit was. "Why would I know where he is? I haven't seen him in at least an entire year! The only reason I even know that Benoit supposedly stole an airship, is well it isn't as if such news was kept a big secret. And well you did just confirm it for me!"