"Well done, Sayua." - A compliment?

The cascade of water came crashing down. The man found himself whirled about within the vortex. And when he realized what was happening? He smiled. Even through the chaos, a hand moved to embrace something tied around his neck. A rabbit's foot necklace - a clone of the very same necklace his wife had worn. A beautiful way to end his life.

He's happy, but he's sorry. Sorry for the people he wasn't able to save, all the way from the beginning.
Fujin, Suzuri, Joh, Inari, Notoshi, Koma, Izano, Koma, Haruki, Hisaya, Ashisogi, Seiya, Negi, Ansem, Sessho, Kyoko.. Sorry for those left in the village he'd not be able to save in the future.. Koto, Nahoshi, Amuro, Iori, Varick, Naoru and Takahiro. And mostly, sorry for his wife and family - to be leaving so soon, unable to fulfill the one dream he had left. The dream of becoming a jounin before his death. It was something he had requested recently, but that last goal was all he had to latch onto.

With a cliche, his life flashed before his eyes. Mistakes and all. Still he'd be smiling despite the fact that only he could be the one to see it. He regretted no decision he had made in his life. Even those events leading up to this fight - the spot of his death. The fight with Kisei, the death of Haruki. Deep down, the swordsman convinced himself that all he had done was always in the best interest of those involved, no matter what. He had reuinted Haruki with the family he knew most, and had strengthened Kisei into a great shinobi and formidable opponent for whomever he crossed. With pride, he credited that much all to himself.

As the jutsu ran its course, Sayua would find that his body was still intact as it floated to the top - armor and bones broken alike. Through nothing more than sheer willpower, he was capable of mustering a few words - his final words, to truly display the thought process of the Arai.
    "I've.. Wanted a.. warrior's death. You've given it to me..
Thank you. I hope you get what you want from this.."

And there it was. The death of the proclaimed kenjutsu master, who met none that were capable of contesting his skill with a blade - but Sayua. She contested him in more than that. Drive, motive, and raw strength.

He'd remember a certain saying in his passing breaths:
Strike when to strike is right. Die when to die is right. Guarantee nothing.