The Dragon encampment was as varied as the stories that surrounded that peculiar Clan. Tatooed monks there were, meditating or talking or playing go. Niten bushi there were also, training or arguing philosophy or technique. Agasha shugenja were having theological arguments or mixing potions. And the Kitsuki were watching everything, sometimes participating, sometimes just observing.

The approach of the little group did not, therefore go unnoticed. A trio of Dragon were waiting for them just outside of the encampment, Kitsuki Fuji, Kitsuki Ryoma, and Mirumoto Yamada.

"Kedo-san, how good to see you again," Kitsuki Fuji bowed, "I do not see Daidoji Sakura-san, though I am pleased to hear that she survived the Seige. Who are your companions?"

 There is a way Kedo has of walking that is quite unlike the controlled and measured stride of most Samurai, drilled to perfection with the precision of countless repetitions, able to move into the flawlessly designed postures of offence and defence without conscious thought - rather his motion is formless yet fluid, utterly balanced at all times and yet as unselfconscious as a cat.

 It is, in fact (unsurprisingly) the selfsame stride shared to a greater or lesser extent by every student of the formless techniques of Mirumoto, schooled to seek to make every motion one from which the sword may take shape and Kedo blends into the eclectic crowd the group is approaching perfectly, only his unshaded colours making him stand out in the least.

 Of course, it was inevitable that they would be intercepted - only the fact that the Dragonfly are not the ones barring the way (which would be hardly diplomatic under the circumstances) is even worthy of remark and Kedo answers the bow of the Kitsuki deeply before offering another to each of the two other Dragon present before answering "The honourable Daidoji-san stands in the comfort of her kin - for the moment may I instead make known to you the most notable Ikoma Hitori-san, whose reputation does little to prepare one for the experience of her company, Asahina Byako-san who seeks interesting questions and Yuudai-san, who knows something of the value of an open mind." - which introductions are as typically Dragonish as they are opaque of course - "In turn, may I introduce Kitsuki Fuji-san who is diligent, Kitsuki Ryoma-san who is forthright and Mirumoto Yamada-san... Who has little patience with ambushers."

Byako bows to each in turn. "It is a pleasure to meet each of you."

After introductions have been made, Byako decides to get right down to business; "I was hoping that you would be willing to give me a glimpse of the way of the philosopher. I have entered the competition, and I do not want to embarrass my competitor by failing to begin the competition."

"Philosophy, bah, a waste of time and mental resources," Kitsuki Ryoma growled, "what use are thought exercises with no practical application?"

"I fear you have happened upon a sore point in Ryoma-kun's world view," Kitsuki Fuji laughed, "he has little use for those who pontificate on the nature of flowers."

"Not true!" Ryoma protested, "Flowers, at least, are useful. They may be toxic enough to produce poison and, perhaps, used in the formulation of an antidote. Their presence may tell us something of the mind of the gardener or the lay of the land. Those are useful questions about the nature of flowers. But a philosopher will ask if the beauty of a flower is sufficient to justify their existence, which is simply a worthless question."


"Oh stars, you're Kitsuki Fuji, you wrote the treatise on Kitsuki's Method as it applies to court fashions! My cousin, Ikoma Masahiro, lives by that text!"

Kitsuki Fuji was momentarily surprised, then his ears turned pink with dismay. That particular document was rather embarrassing, having been written when he was young and more assured of his own impeccable taste.

Mirumoto Tamada! I was fortunate enough to hear Kitsune Takumi's account of your diplomatic excursions on the Many is Isles as Yojimbo to Shosuro Shinobu!"

The Yojimbo in question looked vaguely like he had swallowed a frog, as if he were trying to recall any particular events from that eventful mission that might reflect badly on him here.

"And Kitsuki Ryoma! One moment, please," Ikoma Hitori's tsunami of words paused briefly as she rustled around in her bag, "I know I have it in here somewhere, ah ha! I knew I wasn't going to regret carrying this around!"

In her hands, Ikoma Hitori held a bound sheaf of documents and ledgers which she proffered to Kitsuki Ryoma.

"These are copies of all of your case reports since your gempukku, would you mind signing them for me?"

Even the irritable Kitsuki Ryoma seemed a little shocked and flustered that a random Ikoma would ask for his signature.

”Ummm, yes?”

 Kedo, of course stands aside for this little encounter and permits a small, simple smile to play about his lips as he watches his kinsmen - or rather the kinsmen of a man he once knew well - receive their first taste of what he has endured these past few months, leaving it for them to draw conclusions and make assessments as to what might have been passing through his mind in the process.

 Of course, being a Dragon he cannot help but remark "It seems to me that the dismissal of beauty as sufficient reason for the existence of a thing alone may be premature. Beauty, sourced as it is in wholeness, harmony and radiance may posess an innate worth with stands it alongside healing or insight into a gardeners mind - and that it is something of a supposition that beauty in our eyes alone might be an attribute of flowers - what if the beauty of a flower exists solely for the bee?"

 He may, just possibly have forgotten why he's here.

As Kedo, Asahina Bayuko and others enter the camp another follows not long after them.  A woman well enough past her genpuku but still young, her garb garish colors of flames with patterns alternately of scales and feathers, depending where your eyes seek.  Upon her chest is an obvious mon, one of a Dragon encircling a pomegranate.



Her gait is flowing, showing great agility, and her wide-spaced eyes have the look of a sage.  Oddly enough, it feels warmer for a moment as she passes, as if the fire kami travel with her.  Obvious as she is closer is that the sleeves of her kimono are tied up, as if for work.. and tattoos of flaming letters, again in beds of scales, flames, or feathers cover her exposed arms, and can be seen peeking out of her robes elsewhere.

She offers little recognition to the others, but is headed toward a gathering of Agasha, who wear a mon that matches hers.

"Bees certainly find the beauty of a flower appealing, since it contains the nectar that they eat. But, then, I suppose you could say that the flower's beauty is not the only reason for its existence, since it is also feeding the bee. And the bee makes honey, which feeds us as well.

Is that what they mean by the connectedness of everything?"

The 'fiery' and heavily tattooed woman pauses at the bee/flower conversation and looks between Byako and Kedo, bows lightly with her palms pressed together.

"The beauty of the flower is incidental, for it was intended for the bee alone, who does not have the capacity to enjoy it as such, and it is merely a signal for a harvest.  It is as they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but be careful to have humility, for you were not the intended recipient.  There is beauty in many things, as the Kami intended, in their own way.  Appreciation is not universal."

She bows to them again, palms still pressed together.

The Asahina bows politely when the Agasha approaches. She maintains a smile, but tilts her head quizzically at the Agasha's statement. After the Dragon finishes, Byako considers it for a moment, then responds in her beautiful, lilting voice; "What makes you believe that the bee has no capacity to enjoy the beauty of the flower, even as she harvests from it? Does not the peasant enjoy the beauty of the rice patty, even as they reap the harvest from it?

Have you asked the bee, or its hive, what it thinks of the flower?

If bees cannot appreciate beauty, who can? Do you believe, perhaps, that a frog can? A bird? Perhaps only those creatures with fur? Or is it only those with the gift of speech?"

 "It is a window upon to that connectedness, yes. What we see and what we believe we see are not the same and what is truly there may be something else again." Kedo answers, warming somewhat to the topic at hand and automatically making room for the newcomers to the discussion workout even seeming to realise that he's doing so "So it maybe be with the beauty of the flower. We ascribe its purpose as singular but might not the delight of the eye, the calling of the bee and the shaping of the seed all contribute to a purpose greater still? The lesson then becomes one of seeking beyond the superficial if one would discover true insight."

 "Of course." He then proceed to add with something of a twinkle in his eye, the humor inherent in his observation rather typically dragonish and therefore powerfully opaque to most anyone not actually of that clan or possessed of their enthusiasms "The questions of what a bee may know and whether a frog or raven may know more than instinct alone provides - and indeed whether and an appreciation of beauty is itself more than instinct... Those are all separate - but interconnected - questions."

The Agasha smiles faintly to both Kedo and Byako, though it is apparent enough that the discourse is pleasing to her, she is not overt in her emotion.

"Certainly in Chikushodo the animals, and possibly even the bees may have enlightenment in comparison with a person, but upon this plane I am afraid only those gifted by the Kami with a spark of divine insight have the time outside of survival to appreciate subtleties of appearance."

A nod to both.

"I will not deny that there are those whose presence is beyond the common, even tanuki, hare or frog, that might not appreciate more than survival, but do you think the purpose, truly, of a flower is to be beautiful, or might it have been crafted by Rokugani to be appeasing as well as purposeful?"

"Hmm, well since the question of whether such creatures have this 'spark of divine insight' is separate question, does that imply that a flower's beauty is its only merit, at least assuming we're not talking about something that bears fruit? I'm afraid if that is the narrow mindset we're approaching this from, then it certainly would seem that such a flower is quite useless; there are plenty of things with equally sublime beauty that serve some utilitarian purpose as well. For example, a cherry blossom, while just as beautiful as many other flowers, bears fruit in the form of a cherry. A beautifully written story could be at least as moving as a simple flower, but could also relate some important information.

Surely approaching the world in this way makes so much of it ugly for its lack of utility.

That leads me to believe that we must consider the interconnectedness as part of any such appraisal. And I believe that all creatures, barring, perhaps, those from the Shadowlands or the like, have some capacity for aesthetic appreciation. And, just like in humans, that appreciation is inherently tied to their natures; drives, desires, instincts.

You may think that a bee looks at a cherry blossom and sees a simple larder, where it can obtain food, but I believe that it sees a cherry blossom as a beautiful source of food, just as you and I do."

 Here, a thoughtful observer might step back and make two observations of particular pertinence to the events of the day; the first being that the camp of the Dragon was indeed the best place to go to gain some measure of insight regarding things not immediately seen... And the second being that while one might set a trap of fiendish cunning to snare a Scorpion or an artefact of sublime beauty to entrap a Crane, to stay a Dragon in his course all you really need is a reasonably interesting question.

 A very thoughtful observer might then go on to note that having initiated the wider stretch of this conversation, Kedo withdraws from it with a gleam in his eye to go and stand beside Mirumoto Yamada, before whom he offers a bow and the soft inquiry "Might it be possible that Kitsuki Morimoto or one of his associates is present within the camp? I find myself possessed of a desire to converse with someone of insight now that the opportunity presents itself."

Noting Kedo's withdrawl, Byako queries Masuyo; "Ah, Kedo-san has, apparently, lost interest in this line of thought. I assume you approached us to meet the vaunted personality, as opposed to enlightening me in the techniques of philosophy. If you are willing to continue your tutelage, however, I would greatly appreciate it, Agasha-sama."
Byasko smiles endearingly and awaits Masuyo's response.

Masuyo bows to Byako and shakes her head.

"I think that debate might be better with tea and rice at hand, to explore with great leisure.  Consider that an invitation by all means, Asahina-sama."

A smile, and she ties her sleeves up a bit more on her kimono, exposing even more of her 'fiery' tattoos, creating sleeves on her slim arms.

"I would enjoy your company, I am named Agasha Masuyo, Asahina-san.  If I may approach with you, I would consider it an honor."

She bows again.

Byako bows in return. "I am Asahina Byako, and the honor would be mine as well. Shall we?"

As they walk towards wherever Masuyo leads, Byako continue to engage in conversaion; "I've heard that the kami often speak to the sons and daughters of Agasha. Is it safe to assume that you are a shugenja?"

Masuyo smiles broadly, and it really lights up her face, it is almost unseemly.

"Assumptions are to be done carefully, but I believe your guess may be well informed, since the descendants of Isawa Asahina are well known for their gift with the kami as well." She chides, humor in her voice.  "Indeed, yes, I have the honor to have been blessed with the ability to interact with the kami, and the inclination for reverence of them."

She walks with her, heading to what she should know, or easily assume is the tent that Byako wishes.  She can be wrong, one supposes.

"Might you be so blessed yourself, or are you instead a courtier or one of the famous Asahina artisans, if I might be so bold to inquire openly?"

"I'm a mere dilettante; I provide service as a hunting guide, but spend most of my time just talking to people day in and day out." Byako says jokingly, with a wry smile.

Masuyo chuckles softly.

"And what sort of prey might you provide, Asahina-san, and for sport, necessity or other?"

A trio of (F)foxes approached the Dragon camp.  Two of the (capital) Fox variety, trailed a few lengths by a member of the smaller and furrier (lowercase) fox variety.

"How do you think we'll find him?" the middle sized party member asked the larger.  Family resemblance - cheeks and the set of the eyes - made it clear enough that the two were brothers, though one was easily distinguished from the other based on scale.

The taller, and broader of the two, Kitsune Daichi, merely turned and cast a raised eyebrow to his brother.

"I know, I know.  I'm worrying too much.  From what it sounds like, everyone will know where Kedo is," Kitsune Shoji replied.  "Even Anju-" a glance back toward the smallest of the three, still padding along behind them on four feet instead of two, "-can probably find him."

As they approached the Dragon encampment, Shoji's eyes lifted from the trail in front of him.  They rose in search of some sort of messenger, perhaps a young boy, who could find the ronin and bring him to the edge of the encampment.  Shoji doubted that the Dragon would mind if he entered in search of the ronin, but as a member and representative of a minor clan he wanted to be above reproach in his etiquette - he wanted an invitation.

Fortune provided a mixed gift.  Spotting the ronin Kedo just outside the camp Shoji was relieved of the need of an invitation.  Unfortunately, the ronin was occupied in conversation with a Kitsuki.  Instead of interrupting, Shoji paused a short distance from the two and settled in to a patient wait for the ronin to address him.

"Well, I wouldn't say I provide any prey, at least I hope to never; I wouldn't want myself or my future children to be the target of any sort of hunt. My favorite thing to hunt, though, is rabbits, though, if required, I will lead a hunt for any sort of prey animal. I don't prefer to hunt predators.
And if it is my duty I will lead a hunt for sport, but I prefer to hunt for necessity. Even if it is for sport, I would rather see the remains used for something productive, rather than feeding the scavengers."

A bow of the head as they walked, mostly hiding another smile.

"My apologies, Asahina-san.  I was probing curiously to see if you might work with a magistrate."

She looks keenly at the side of Byako's face for a moment.

"Also, my apologies, does that mean you have taken to eating wild game such as Rabbit?  Isn't that unusual?"  A near smirk.  "A bit gamy, isn't it?  Mountain Tuna can be like that, but the flavor is amazing in many dishes."

A slight pause in speech, and she makes a face of disgust, possibly.  "Don't try it uncooked, not good for sashimi."

For her part, Byako doesn't seem to display even slight disgust at the idea of eating goat or rabbit, even when the idea of eating it raw is proffered. "I suppose it is unusual, at least amongst the samurai caste within my clan, but I enjoy it. The Bonge and, even more so, Hinin, however, even amongst the Crane, often have little choice but to rely on whatever they can get to eat; if they can get game meat, that is far better than starving. That is far more productive than simply letting it go to waste."

Masuyo looks keenly at the other woman, Byako, a long moment without speaking, before looking forwards again as they walk.

"A very practical way of thought, Asahina-san.  Dragon, in a way.  I was not aware that your clan's hinin were so enterprising, though that is expected of the Bonge.  One supposes that underestimating the Crane is never in any self interest.  Crane sets the standards for the Empire, yes?"

A slight smile.

"Then possibly a dinner invitation for you might be in order.  I know someone who cooks a mountain tuna dish using unicorn spices that is something to be experienced, especially served with quality Crane rice.  Very lively on the palate."

"Generally hinin, at least eta, would get game meat as a byproduct of preparing and curing a pelt for use by someone from a higher caste, I believe. As you imply, the Bonge may actually seek out the game themselves, in more remote areas.

And I would certainly enjoy trying out this exotic recipe; experiencing new things is certainly one of my passions."

This smile touches the Shugenja's eyes and rests there comfortably as she looks back again.

"I will make arrangements, then.  I hope the food is as good as I have supported it to be."

"Interesting that the great supporters of fish and rice also lean to the practicality of eating what food is available.  Scandalous."

she looks away, still smiling.

Mirumoto Yamada hesitated for a moment before answering then shrugged.

”Kitsuki Morimoto-san is coordinating negotiations with our cousins among the Dragonfly. Though I am certain he would welcome a fa...fellow seeker of knowledge,” he corrected himself.

Ikoma Hitori, who was busy acquiring the chop of a startled Kitsuki Ryoma (who was, for once, surprised by something), pricked her ears at the mention of Kitsuki Morimoto--a rare and unexpected lead in her ongoing search for the mysterious two sword wielding ronin that she knew only as Tsutomu.

everyone please roll awareness/courtier TN 30, any emphasis applies (please tell me which one you are using), raises for extra information, 1 free raise per Rank in a Dragon school, 1 free raise per TWO ranks in a Phoenix school or a Minor Clan school




A ronin did approach the Fox contingent, but it was not the ronin Shoji was expecting. The ronin Yuudai noticed their presence and wandered over.

”Ah, Kitsune-san, Kitsune-san, this is an unexpected pleasure,” Yuudai bowed, ”are you also seeking enlightenment among the students of the Dragon?”

Edit:

Masuyo nods to her companion and then her gaze travels to the courtier, a smile passes on her face.  She ponders a few moments then raises a hand to wave to such an august personage a moment.




16:58, Today: Agasha Masuyo rolled 23 using 5d10, dropping the 2 lowest rolls, rerolling max, unique dice with rolls of 8,9,3,6,4.  Courtier, TN 30 (Raises used to meet TN)

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Byako also had never heard of this Morimoto; if he offered insight, though, it certainly sounded like what she was here for.

OOC: 15:33, Today: Asahina Byako rolled 26 using 7d10, keeping the 4 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 3,6,3,6,4,9,5.  Awareness/Courtier, TN 30.

sucky roll :(

BTW Masuyo, if you have at least 2 ranks in a Dragon school (like Agasha Shugenja) then you made the TN, it seems? Free raises can usually be used to lower the TN/add to your roll (whichever is the right way to say it; it probably doesn't matter which here, but I know it affects some rolls which way it actually works).

 It should be noted that as he withdrew from the conversation, Kedo did so in the most mannerly fashion possible - delicately extracting himself rather than simply walking off - but it seems as though he has business to attend to and as he engages in his brief conversation with the Mirumoto gentleman he offers the nearby Fox - when they approach - a polite dip of the head before politely asking "In which case, perhaps it would be possible for a traveller to impose upon the hospitality of the mountain? There are events which I have witnessed which may be of interest, and it is a poor guest who does not repay his host with tales of the road."

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 23:37, Today: Kedo rolled 12 using 4d10, dropping the lowest dice only, rerolling max with rolls of 4,3,1,5.  Awareness/Courtier (but I get raises to offset).
 Which my four ranks lets me make into a 12 versus a TN 10 test. Blimey!

"Ah... Asahina-san, shall we seek out Kitsuki Mirumoto?  He may be someone you would wish audience.  I would, myself."

She Steers her towards Mirumoto Yamada, bows slightly to him as they approach.

"Cousin Mirumoto-san, good evening.  Where last was Kitsuki Mirumoto-san, if you can help us locate him?"

Byako follows along; the Dragon shugenja probably knew who Morimoto was, and why he may be in possession of insight, plus it would be a bonus to have an introduction by a Dragon to this Kitsuki. So, Byako simply smiles and follows, hoping for the best.

Awareness/Courtier: 32.  I'll use his free raise (Shoji is just shy of 2) for extra info.
13:10, Today: Kitsune Shoji rolled 32 using 6d10, dropping the lowest dice only, rerolling max with rolls of 3,8,2,4,8,9.  Awareness/Courtier + void.  Because.

The Kitsune shugenja twisted his foot in the dirt, letting his sandal dig slightly; a physical manifestation of his willingness to 'dig-in' and wait for the ronin Kedo to finish his conversation.  He tried to keep his ears to himself, conscious of a dozen old axioms relating to keeping to one's own business, but sometimes its of no fault of one's own when names get dropped.  No matter how well trained, one can't stop a F(f)ox from being curious.

It was a practiced and patient wait, one both eased by the modest nod of recognition from the in-demand ronin (appreciated!) and also the arrival of Shoji's (through Daichi's championing) competition in the Badger competition.

"No, not enlightenment Yuudai-san.  I have too many earthly concerns to set my goals so high."  A sheepish grin accompanying the comment.  "More for companionship.  A word with the wave man Kedo-" a nod toward the other nearby ronin "-is was why I'm hear, though I count myself as fortunate to find you here.  In all of the excitement of the tournament, I'm not sure if I ever appropriately congratulated you for your performance in the match.  Perhaps you'll let me make it up?  I would make me happy if you'd join us for dinner.  It will be a small but engaging table, I think.  Bayushi Kenshin has already agreed to join my family and my bethrothed's."  In some settings it might have been considered questionable etiquette for Shoji to have invited Yuudai to Doji Iwao's table, but the Fox leveraged the nature of the tournament to offer the Doji's hospitality.

”I would be pleased to share a meal among the Fox,” Yuudai replied enthusiastically, under the mistaken impression that Kitsune Shoji was betrothed to another Fox, ”I served as yojimbo to Kitsune Sabato-san for a season during his studies in Phoenix lands. We were both woefully out of place, but he taught me how to expand my palate on the road.





”You are always welcome upon the mountain, Kedo-san,” Mirumoto Yamada smiled with a mischievous glint in his eye, ”there are many who wish to hear of the exploits of the Heroic Ronin of Toshi Ranbo.”




”Good evening Agasha-san, Kitsuki Morimoto is among our Tonbo cousins. He may be considerably occupied until after the Test of the Dragonfly is complete.”

Ikoma Hitori looked significantly distressed at Mirumoto Yamada’s words. Here was her most solid lead yet to find the Ronin who was the topic of her history, and he was settled among the Dragonfly for the foreseeable future. The difficulty being, as a Lion, she was fairly certain she would find no welcome among the Tonbo--considering the damage the Lion had done to the Dragonfly during the Clan War.

 It would not be entirely unfair to say that his awareness of the delicate political nature of the Tournament is one of the reasons why Kedo is so eager to compete in it - having been freed of the demands of seeking victory (since that would be impolitic at best) he is then able to enjoy the simple pleasure of pitting his skills against those of other, similarly skilled Bushi and revel in the insight there to be gained.

 It's that sort of ninety-degrees-to-the-horizontal thinking that has lain behind so many of his more remarkable successes, but with it comes a certain uneasy sense of perspective which is why Miromoto Yamada earns himself a dry, dry look and a slightly sly (for Kedo) "I cannot say that I had the honour of knowing them, but perhaps my own observations will divert this entertainment-starved multitude... And should they not, Ikoma Hitori shall almost certainly be able to succeed where my poor efforts failed."

 Huh, bringing a Lion - and a respected one, with a Courtiers skills - into the Dragon camp where they might reasonably expect to encounter a Dragonfly... One might almost think that Kedo were completely ignorant of politics.

Masuyo nods solemnly to Mirumoto Yamada, bows again, though shallow.

"Of course, I hope his advice is of great use to our cousins, then."

She looks to Byako, bow slightly again.  "My sincere apologies, maybe a meal first while the Dragonfly contest is pursued?"

A look to Kedo and the others before focusing on Yamada again.  "You are keeping interesting company, might introductions be possible?"

She looks to them, and boldly introduces herself.  The young woman dresses in robes of flame colors, and much of the exposed skin of her arms, and some of her neck show flame colored tattoos of glyphs and dragons.  She does have a scroll case at her hip opposite where her Wakazashi is tucked, but it is rather small.

"Agasha Masuyo, please treat me kindly."  A fairly humble introduction for someone whose (chosen!) name means 'gift to the world'!

"I am a contestant in the test of the Dragonfly. In fact, that is what drew me here; I wished to learn more about philosophy in order to provide at least some form of competition for my opponents in that contest. Still, I believe we have time to eat before it begins." Byako smiles and makes a small bow, indicating her acceptance for the plan.

A moment of abashment mostly covered with a bit of smooth courtiership, though not expertly.

"Forgive me, please.  And this is Asahina Byako of the Crane.  I have been plying her with tales of a spicy mountain tuna curry, and a meal is always a good place to acquaint one with others."  A bow to the others.  "If fortitude and time allow, Miina-san?"  (Miina = everyone)

[outskirts of the Dragon Camp, Shoji, Daichi, Yuudai]


"Dinner will be in the camp of Doji Iwao," Shoji replied, providing additional information rather as a means of clearing the misunderstanding rather than by providing an outright correction.

"Kitsune Sabato," Shoji raised his eyes to find Daichi's.  "You knew..." he trailed off, concerned at a change in Daichi's visage.

Though strong and silent, Daichi could not be described as stoic.  He spoke expressively through his appearance, and a sudden softness of his face and a light pallor answered Shoji before he had finished his question.

"We knew Sabato-san.  I didn't know him extremely well, but the Kitsune being a small family... you tend to know everyone.  Saboto-san, I believe, fought beside our sister Ren on Beiden Pass."  Shoji didn't feel the need to expound, at least without being questioned.  Toturi and his army of ronin, Dragon and Unicorn received boundless praise for their 'superior tactics' in the battle, but the Kitsune received almost no mention.  Often used in in feinting and flanking maneuvers due to their mobility the Kitsune suffered tremendous losses, including both Ren and Sabato. "My brother Daichi-" a gesture toward the mountain of a man standing next to him "-was there as well."  No mention was made of Daichi's side in the battle, though inference might be taken from the Hida school mon that he bore on his wrist.

Shoji's thoughts drifted as memories circled.  Stories of Yuudai?  He had known Kitsune Sabato, what did he remember of the ronin Yuudai who seemed to have gathered so much attention in the ring?

”I would be pleased to share what tales I have heard with the Dragon,” Ikoma Hitori bowed with a glance at Kedo. A glance of grateful thanks, and also a promise not to stop seeking out the truth of his story. A truth to which she was so close, and yet so far.


”Ah, um,” Mirumoto Yamada stammers, clearly unaccustomed to performing introductions, being a mere yojimbo, ”I am Mirumoto Yamada, yojimbo to Kitsuki Fuji and Kitsuki Ryoma.”

Kitsuki Ryoma looks at Mirumoto Yamada as if to say, “really? You’ve been with us this long and you haven’t got this down yet?”

”I am Kitsuki Fuji, and this is my partner, Kitsuki Ryoma, Agasha-san,” Kitsuki Fuji bows, ”even in our travels away from the mountain, we have heard of your exploits among the Phoenix. You bring honor to your Dragon ancestors.”

“This is the Ronin Kedo, recently a defender of Toshi Ranbo under the auspices of the Crane and former yojimbo to Daidoji Sakura. His travelling companion is Ikoma Hitori, historian of the Lion Clan.”

“The ronin Yuudai, recent finalist in the Test of the Badger, is there, speaking to Kitsune Shoji and Kitsune Daichi of the Fox.”


There is a look that those who have lost loved ones in the hellscape of war have. It is a look that the ronin Yuudai knows well.

”Many good people were lost in that battle,” Yuudai replies, bowing his head, ”I am sorry for your loss.”

“I am unsure that a mere ronin will be welcome at such an illustrious table,” he sighs, raising his head, ”perhaps if I had completed great deeds in the service of the Crane, as Kedo-san has done, but I believe I shall decline the honor--at least for now.”
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A bow to Yamada, and a smile.  "A pleasure, Mirumoto-san."



She brings her hands together and bows far deeper than usual.  "You honor me, and my ancestors, with your praise Kitsuki-san.  I am honored to meet the yourself and your partner both, Kitsuki Fuji-san, Kitsuki Ryoma-san, I am certain it will enrich my spirit to have done so."  She rises from the bows and smirks a moment.  "I was not aware of my fame.  I have spent much time among the Phoenix, learning the ways of Ishiken among some of the finest masters in the Empire."



She bows again to Kedo, a normal bow of courtesy.  "Kedo-san, an honor to meet somone of such illustrious duties, this is Asahina Byakou of the Crane, and I am Agasha Masuyo, a humble servant of the kami and the divine order."



She looks on to the other conversation, then looks back and nods to Kitsuki-san.  "Are plans of fine dining in the making here, by chance?"

 "In which case, perhaps Kitsuki Morimoto-san may wish to invite some of those with whom he speaks amongst the Tonbo to have the opportunity to hear the tales of the Ikoma, a chance that surely does not come often." Kedo delicately proposes, thus neatly taking the obligation of an adviser to the advised and the opportunity to experience the new and using them, wrapped up in a bow to put a respected Lion and some well-advised Dragonfly on social terms shortly after a defeat that will surely leave the Lion casting around for both political support and opportunities to expand their influence... Or to prevent the Crane from expanding theirs.

 The fact that this will also move him one step closer to ticking off an item of correspondence he had to address is merely icing upon the cake.

 And then comes Agasha Masuyo, who receives a bow of very slightly greater depth as the suddenly rather badly outnumbered Ronin realises just how many people are in the vicinity and how many different threads are converging - although even so he cannot quite help himself when he smiles wryly and answers "Asahina Byakou-san and myself are acquainted Agasha Masuyo-san, it was at my poor behest that he sought some measure of insight from amidst the Dragon in the absence of the brotherhood of Shinsei."

The flamboyant Dragon smiles to Kedo.

"While I am not as sage or humble as one of the Shinsei, there remains hope that I might serve the needs of the Kami, Kedo-san."

She quirks her brows momentarily, apparently a little taken back by her apparent notoriety.

In response to Kedo's explanation about how Byako, under Kedo's leadership, had come to be in the Dragon camp, Byako smiles innocently and endearingly. "Yasashii hito!"

Daichi's posture tightened slightly, a reaction to the recognition.  The bushi was resigned to getting a level of pity in response, but that wasn't his goal.

It was, however, a polite response and it provided Daichi with a feeling of kinship toward his former competitor.  He returned Yuudai's acknowledgement with a bow.

OOC: Sorry, misspelled a name in a PM.

OOC: GM EDIT - Post moved here from other post location



"You're right, of course.  It was inappropriate of me to invite a ronin to the Doji table.  Perhaps, though, we can find time for sake after dinner.  I can assemble some friends."  It wasn't a half bad idea.  Shoji wasn't a social butterfly, but it didn't seem like a horrible idea, hosting a cocktail party.  Forming friendships and alliances was the point, wasn't it?

A glance toward the other ronin, embroiled in conversation with Dragon and Crane.  A guest list built in his mind as passed time with Yuudai, his need for a private conversation with Kedo giving way to a plot to throw a party.

"Yuudai-san, how long have you been on the road?"  Shoji wasn't the most eloquent, and he knew that it was impolite to ask about life before one's Musha Shugyo began, he couldn't help but be curious about what the ronin had experienced since.
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"We were considering a visit to the Scorpion," Kitsuki Fuji replied, indicating himself, Kitsune Ryoma (who gave the merest hint of a blush), and Mirumoto Yamada, leaving the others to speak for themselves,"Ryoma-kun here has a game of Go he wishes to finish with a certain Scorpion courtier and I feel that the Scorpion will be excellent practice for the upcoming Test of the Tortoise."




"I would be pleased to share sake with you at some point, Kitsune-san," Yuudai replied pleasantly, "and I have been traveling along this path for about ten years now. It has been a long road, but productive. There is some small chance of it coming to an end soon, but it is slim and I will feel no great loss if I fail here."

[Yuudai, Shoji and Daichi]


"I hope you find the end of your trail soon soon, Yuudai-san."  Shoji read in to Yuudai's comments - that he was looking to fulfil a personal goal through the tournament, or perhaps seeking an invitation to join a clan, Great or Minor.

"Excellent!  Consider yourself a guest of the Fox, then, after dinner.  And if you don't mind, perhaps some of the other competitors.  Fitting that the victor should serve competitors, I think."  A glance toward the group gathered near Kedo.  "The Dragon and Crane.  Also the Bayushi... Kenshin."  Shoji's attention turned to Daichi, "You should go invite them."

With a nod, the Kitsune giant gave a departing bow to his brother and the ronin Yuudai, and moved toward the other assembly.

A glance toward the departing Daichi (occupied with his dog), then back to the ronin Yuudai, "I suspect, in time, that Daichi may seek time to follow his own path, if even just for a time.  He hasn't been the same since Beiden Pass.  He bears the weight not only of our sister's death, but that he watched her die... and could do nothing about it.  He carries it as a vendetta, though I'm not sure how one finds an Oni."

Daichi nodded, happy to take on the task.

For Daichi, though, the delivery of an invitation to a party was more challenging than sumae wrestling, handling bears, or even sumae wrestling with bears.

[Kedo, Asahina Byako, Agasha Masuyo, Ikoma Hitori, Kitsuki Fuji, Kitsuki Ryoma (and others?) and now Daichi]

Sent on a mission, Daichi approached the assembled without hesitation, the giant - a good head taller than anyone else in the group approached silently.  He broached the conversation as best he could, greeting each with the deep and respectful bow that Minor clans reserved for their Great Clan betters, and also the hero of Toshi Ranbo.

"Daichi-san, it is good to see you again." Byako, since she has already met Daichi, makes introductions to the others that she doesn't believe he has met; "I believe you have met Kedo. This is Agasha Masuyo, who I am told has an accomplished palate and Ikoma Hitori, recorder of great epics and lately the compiler of the tales of Kedo. And Mirumoto Yamada, and Kitsukis Fuji and Ryoma, who I've barely just met myself.

Yamada-san, Fuji-san, and Ryoma-san were just making their exits to attend to other matters."

OOC: Wups, misread some names! Dang Kitsune and Kitsuki are too similar. :P
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Lips parting into a broad smile, Daichi attempted to tackle a complicated question of etiquette in the best manor he knew - smiling, bowing and hoping for the best.  He hadn't actually met the ronin Kedo, though they had both been competitors in the test of the Badger.  Shoji had met him, and had taken great care to relay to Daichi the number of rumors floating about the Crane and Fox camps surrounding the exploits of the ronin.

Embracing his silence as well as his smile, Daichi bowed deeply as Byako made introductions, showing no sign of injury remaining from his earlier matches with Bayushi Kenshin and the ronin Yuudai.

He gestured back the short distance to where his brother stood, doing his best to pantomime that he had a message to deliver.

"What an excellent idea, Kedo-san," Kitsuki Fuji agrees enthusiastically, "if that is amenable to you, Ikoma-san, we will go arrange this event."

"That would be most gracious, Kitsuki-san," Ikoma Hitori bows, "I would be in your debt."

"Well then, if you will excuse us, we have gathering to plan," Kitsuki Fuji bows to the assembled samurai, "though, naturally, we will see all of you soon."

"Did you plan..." Ikoma Hitori trails off, glancing warily at Kedo, "if this is some attempt to distract me from collecting more of your history, you realize that I am now more intrigued rather than less."

 "Such strategy is hardly to be expected of an unlettered Ronin, Ikoma-san." Kedo answers blithely, for once actually seeming to be smiling a little in the fashion of someone who has navigated a rather awkward set of compulsions and directives in order to arrive at something resembling a resolution (at least from a certain point of view). He's no courtier, not even a little bit but usually his calm honesty makes him harder to understand than most - something that isn't the case just at the moment.

 In any event, this accomplished he offers bows to those who have addressed him and steps back from the conversation in order to see who - or what is likely to press upon his time and attention next.

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 OOC: Sorry, I've been trying to work out what's going on for a week now, and have settled on 'poke me with what I need to know' for whomever wants to! ^_^

OOC: Everybody just got invited to dinner with the Kitsune Shoji and his betrothed Doji Naomi

Kitsune Daichi is trying to get Kedo's attention, but he's mute, so he's not great at it.

And things are moving slower than they ought because I'm terrible about posting. Sorry!




"I have heard the Kuni and their Witch Hunters may know of some means, though, considering how the Crab marched alongside the Shadowlands in at Beiden, that may be counter productive. Perhaps the Asako and their Inquisitors know of lore that the Crab do not," Yuudai shook his head, "I have no answers, but if Daichi chooses to take the gray, or even if he does not, I would be happy to walk beside him on his path."

"...and steps back from the conversation in order to see who - or what is likely to press upon his time and attention next."

A gasp escapes the lips of the hulking Kitsune.  The man, trained to look for opportunities in battle, was less skilled in inserting himself in social situations.  In a further attempt to get noticed, he raise himself on the balls of his heels.  The effect either to catch the eye of the ronin with movement, or (more likely but unintended) simple make the over-sized Fox more imposing.

"I have no answers, but if Daichi chooses to take the gray, or even if he does not, I would be happy to walk beside him on his path."

"That is a generous offer, Yuudai-san," Shoji answered, overtaken by the generosity.  "If you choose to walk beside him, I would be indebted.  He's lacked... balance since the battle, and much as I'd like to help him on my journey I don't think its my place.  It was war, but he still blames himself.  I've tried to keep him close as my yojimbo, but I'm beginning to doubt the wisdom of that.  Maybe after the tournament?"

He didn't dwell on the thought long, "You're right.  He would need help, and this wouldn't be a bad time to ask for it," hands wide, indicating the tournament.  "Perhaps tomorrow should be about making friends with an Asako."

 The effort to draw attention does not go unnoticed - although let's be strictly fair here, Daichi isn't the sort to go unnoticed anywhere outside the lands of the Crab - and Kedo turns from his bow in order to dip his head respectfully to the member of the Minor Clan, low enough to make it plain that very thinly disguised Dragon or not, he considers the good Kitsune of higher station than him and inquires "Is it the case that there is some small service I may perform for you, Kitsune-san?"

"Is it the case that there is some small service I may perform for you, Kitsune-san?"

The Kitsune's countenance brightens with the recognition, and he delivers a bow in return - deeper perhaps than it should be for a ronin, but recognition for the man who has been told of in many stories - the Hero of Toshi Ranbo.

Daichi's face stays lit until he remembers his charge - not 'bring them back to be invited', but "You should go invite them."

Unwilling to fail in the task, he embraced it using the best Kabuki movements he could muster.

Opening his arms, he locked eyes with each of the assembled surrounding the ronin - Kedo (and of course Ikoma Hitori) and Asahina Byako.  Even though he didn't know the others, he suspected that they also were included in the 'them': Agasha Masuyo, Kitsuki Fuji, and Kitsuki Ryoma.

All...

His arm drifted up toward Lord Sun, and pointing, he lowered it toward the horizon.

...at sundown...

Arms opened again welcomingly.

...are invited...

Hand to mouth, as if stuffing rice into his mouth.

...to eat...

And another gesture back toward his brother and charge.

...with Kitsune Shoji.

He glanced about, wondering if anyone caught his intention.

Awareness: 6
16:03, Today: Kitsune Daichi rolled 6 using 2d10, rerolling max with rolls of 1,5.  Awareness/gesturing - Charades!

Byako observes the giant Kitsune overacting his message in hopes of communicating it. Fortunately reading body language is part and parcel of her very nature, plus she was quite familiar with acting as well; this message was crude, but understandable, and the giant clearly needed a lifeline.

Byako put her hand on Daichi's arm and said "I would be happy to have evening meal with you and your brother." she then looked around to the others, and added with a smile, just in case; "I believe we're all invited, wouldn't you all like to attend as well?"

The Dragon shugenja bows to Daichi and smiles.

"I accept, humbly, your invitation.  Mountain Tuna Curry will have to wait."

 Kedo bows in response to the request - puzzling through it with reasonable ease since he's travelled rather widely in the Empire by this point and communicating with those who, for one reason or another have difficulties doing so isn't something new to him.

 "I accept, and with gratitude Kitsune-san. I ought but to speak to our hosts here before I may make myself available to you and your companion.", naturally enough discerning that the two are together without actually being able to read family ties in the moment given to do so.

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 OOC: I'm sorry, I have been so rubbish at replying here.

The Dragon camp is louder than one might expect from a Clan known for their quiet contemplation. Bushi train with weapons or barehanded or play endless games of Go with courtiers who argue philosophy with monks and shugenja. It is not as wild as the Crab are wont to be nor exotic as the Unicorn, but it is, nevertheless not a camp full of quiet meditation. There is, naturally, a quiet ripple of conversation that passes through the Dragon encampment as the small group approaches. Though whether that is due to nearly all of the finalists--including the Champion--of the Test of the Badger passing through or for some other reason, it is difficult to tell.

OOC: please make an awareness/courtier (gossip) or awareness/investigation (notice) roll (or both)

Coming towards you, through the crowd, is Togashi Michiko, once a courtier of some renown among the Sparrow, now a nun of the Dragon with a penchant for organizing small tournaments. She is the head of the Dragon contingent here in Sparrow lands--though with the Dragon still reeling from the death of their Champion and subsequent reorganization under Hitomi it was rumored that they would not be attending at all.

”Ah, Kedo-san, Yuudai-san, Kitsune-san, Agasha-san, Ikoma-san, Kitsune-san, Asahina-san,” she bows, ”to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?”

The touch of Byako on his arm was enough to take the edge of worry off the gargantuan Fox, the subsequent acceptances of the Asahina, Agasha and ronin removed whatever concern of rejection remainder.  Pleased at both having gotten his point across as well as it having been well received, Daichi allows a smile before bowing to each invitee in turn.

Awr/Inv: Notice - 12.
16:52, Today: Kitsune Daichi rolled 12 using 3d10+1, dropping the lowest dice only, rerolling max with rolls of 5,5,6.  Awareness/Inv (Notice).

Its only at the last moment that Daichi notices the arrival of the Togashi nun, stepping back and out of her way as she approaches.  His eyes remain low as he chooses to patiently watch and wait, his mind drifts to the evening festivities - and to finding the food to fulfil the Fox's obligation.

Noticing the approach of the Togashi nun, Shoji contemplates the invitations made by his brother.

Michiko question complicates things for young (normal sized) Fox.  A direct answer would suggest another invitation.

A dinner for a handful of select competitors?  That was something the Fox could handle.  Politely inviting the head of the Dragon contingent?  That could make the dinner that much more complicated.

Confidently he answers, "My brother was just extending an invitation, Togashi-sama.  We're planning a small gathering this evening."  A pause as he considered the nun, gaze lingering on the accomplished courtier.  He'd heard of the accomplishments of the woman as a Sparrow, but never had met her.

"The Fox would be honored if you would attend as well," he offered, extending the invitation.  That was the point of the tournament, was it not? he justified his spur of the moment invitation, though perhaps he wanted more to satisfy his personal curiosity than to affect the influence of his family.


Awr/Inv (Notice): 45
16:50, Today: Kitsune Shoji rolled 45 using 7d10+3, dropping the 3 lowest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 8,6,1,9,7,(10+8)18,4.  Awareness/Inv (Notice).
Awr/Courtier (Gossip):40
16:50, Today: Kitsune Shoji rolled 40 using 7d10+3, dropping the 3 lowest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 8,(10+8)18,3,5,1,1,6.  Awareness/Courtier (Gossip).

 Kedo, naturally enough moves with complete comfort through the camp in which everything is as one would expect of a Rokugani Clan, only twisted through a brightly mirrored ninety degrees to seem ever so slightly exotic at second glance - from the heavily armed and armoured swordsmen discussing philosophy to the cheerful monks who debate the best way to kick someones... preconceptions... up between their ears to the Shugenja who show every sign of knowing their way around forge and workshop as well as they do pen and paper.

 By now, this should be no surprise to anyone.

 The approach of Togashi Michiko is (of course) greeted by a deep and respectful bow but since he's merely a wave-man and he's in the company of those with rather greater claims to honour than he, he remains politely silent at first - waiting until Shoji has spoken to add, helpfully "It was a fortuitous meeting. For my part, I had sought Insight amongst the people of the Mountain and in the process, had happened upon an opportunity to introduce Ikoma Hitori-san to the honoured Kitsuki Morimoto-san, by way of Kitsuki Fuji-san."

 Indeed, just pure random chance at play here... No machinations or anything, no-sir.

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01:51, Today: Kedo rolled 28 using 4d10, dropping the lowest dice only, rerolling max with rolls of 7,(10+4)14,7,3.  Awareness/Courtier.

01:52, Today: Kedo rolled 23 using 6d10, dropping the 3 lowest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 1,2,9,3,6,8.  Awareness/Investigation.

Feeling Daichi relax a bit make Byako happy. She knew the big guy suffered in his mind, so any peace he could get was a blessing.

Byako bows at the Togashi's approach. "I came to learn the ways of philosophy, at least enough that I could provide some sort of competition for my opponents in the upcoming contest."

OOC:
08:50, Today: Asahina Byako rolled 63 using 7d10, keeping the 4 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of (10+10+7)27,(10+9)19,8,5,5,9,3.  Aware + Investigation.

08:49, Today: Asahina Byako rolled 25 using 7d10, keeping the 4 highest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 3,4,7,5,7,6,1.  Aware + Courtier (Gossip).

Hah, guess you win some and lose some.. 63 and 25 on the same dice. :D

"Welcome to you all," Togashi Michiko bows, "you are certainly free to sample of all of the wisdom that the Mountain has to offer, humble though it may be. I, myself, will be sorry to miss your gathering, Kitsune-san, please accept my deepest apologies. Matters here require my attention, but perhaps another day the Dragon would be honored by your presence."

Togashi Michiko looks shrewdly at Kedo, an expression conveying both amusement and the sure knowledge that he really isn't fooling anyone. Well, not anyone who happens to know Kitsuki Morimoto anyway.

"Well, Ikoma-san, as I am certain Kitsuki Fuji-san told you, Kitsuki Morimoto-san is occupied with our cousins among the Dragonfly, though I am certain he will be most pleased to meet with you. I take it there is a history you are compiling that requires his input?"

"Why yes! There is, though, not about Kitsuki Morimoto-san himself, though I am certain he has many grand tales to tell," Ikoma Hitori replied, "no, in fact, I am looking for tales of his yojimbo, Mirumoto Ijima-san who simply disappears from the historical record. I have some suspicion that he chose the gray for reasons unknown--certainly not any dishonorable action, there's not even any rumor or gossip hinting about that--but I believe he resurfaced in Toshi Ranbo and made a name for himself there."


"Well, then you're in luck, Ikoma-san, I have in my tent a copy of Morimoto's case narratives by Kitsuki Goren that detail some of that magistrate's adventures with his redoubtable yojimbo. They're a bit dramatized for a historical narrative, but they are entertaining and Goren-san wrote them from Morimoto's own case notes."
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"No apologies are necessary, Togashi-sama," Shoji responds somewhat relieved by the man's rejection.  Throwing a dinner party is one thing, but keeping an unplanned party to a manageable is important.  One wouldn't want to bankrupt the Kitsune troupe at the very beginning of the tournament.  Regarding the sort-of future invitation, "Perhaps later in the tournament."

Then there was the matter of the expectant stares from the assembled Dragon and the discussion between Togashi and Ikoma.  Even for one who spent more time with forest animals than in the courts Shoji could sense that there was business about that the Dragon and the ronin might appreciate fewer curious eyes.

With a deep bow Shoji spun and tugging on Daichi's sleeve, "Come, brother.  We have much to prepare."

A polite smile to the Kitsune and nod, then she turns to the former Sparrow, eyebrows perking and a smile crossing her lips as she bows to the Togashi.

"A pleasure Togashi-san.  I do not believe we have met, it is a pleasure for me to be in the camp of my own clan, rather than with the phoenix for a change.  Not that their presence is unwelcome, but that those of my own kin long missing."

She rises to meet her gaze, though respectfully.

"Mayhap we can meet over tea soon, instead?  I am afraid I have been out of touch."




Posting here instead of PM then.  Sorry!

22:29, Today: Agasha Masuyo rolled 18 using 5d10, keeping the 3 highest rolls, rerolling max, unique dice with rolls of 4,6,1,8,2.  awareness/courtier (gossip).

13:39, Today: Agasha Masuyo rolled 36 using 5d10, dropping the 2 lowest rolls, rerolling max with rolls of 1,7,(10+5)15,(10+4)14,5.  Awareness/investigation.

"There have been many changes upon the Mountain during your absence, Asahina-san, but the High House of Light endures. Tomorrow perhaps, after the morning Test of the Dragonfly?"

feel free to enter into the Dinner Party thread whenever you're ready

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OOC: also feel free to continue here with...whatever business you might still have with the Dragon.

The Dragon were a Clan of many facets. Of course they were most known for their isolation and the obscure pronouncements of their monks. But equally were they known for their bushi and the eccentric use of both blades of the daisho--a practice not adopted by any other recognized school in the Empire, despite the obvious success of the Mirumoto School.

Here, in the heart of the Dragon camp, dozens of bushi, courtiers, monks, and shugenja trained in preparation for the various tests--particularly for the Tests of the Mantis, Sparrow, and Monkey. Some trained in the traditional niten style, katana and wakazashi flashing in complex patterns. Others kept to the single blade prevalent in the rest of Rokugan, though even without two swords, the flavor of the mountain remained. And still others trained with non-traditional weapons, the bo, jo, and one or two, completely unarmed.

 It is an established fact that the Ronin, Kedo makes use of both swords in battle - from the reports of those who saw him surmount the barricades on the streets of Toshi Ranbo, shattered arrows pinwheeling away from his never-still steel to the testimony of the observant sorts who take note of the wear patterns on his blades, it's as much something that is known about him as the fact that he is a modest student of the tactical arts and perhaps, at times has been shown to know something of steel.

 But it is amongst the Dragon you must come if you would seek to test yourself and so Kedo moves with casual delight amongst those displays of skill that it is permitted for one not clad in green to see, and in due course seeks out the students amongst them - those still mastering the art, rather than those in whom it has reached a fuller flowering - to watch and - perhaps more importantly - to be seen to watch, drinking in every motion and stance.

Dragon Bushi train. They train as relentlessly as any among the Lion or the Crab or the Crane. They train with two swords or one or staves or kama or fists. While the Niten is the most famous style in Rokugan, it's watchword is adaptability. Those who train upon the mountain know that to limit oneself to training with and against only the niten, is to invite defeat. This is the Tournament of the Emperor's Favored and no Dragon, least of all those for whom "two hands" were the words of their founder in response to Kakita's challenge, wanted to make a poor showing.

Among the students of the Dragon, Kedo is not an oddity. Many are the ronin who seek to learn the secrets of niten--though most fail to see its deceptive simplicity. The Dragon welcome such ronin, and any who wish to study their path. It is not the way of the Dragon to keep secrets, but to offer lessons. It does not hurt that here, in the Tournament of the Emperor's Favored, the Dragon will face all of these ronin and others of unpredictable skill and style in one test or another, and such training will help them to triumph.

 And like a few of the men and women in Grey - and almost all of them in Green - Kedo is as delighted to teach as he is to learn... He delights in the chance to speak with a young wave-man born of wave-men who clumsily bears his fathers cheap katana, demonstrating something of the simplest stances and the manner of the cut, moves with eagerness to be soundly beaten by a young dragon student with a stave, laughing unabashedly at his awkwardness and complimenting his opponent before moving on, showing competence with the open hand and surprising efficacy with a pair of butterfly knives - not skill exactly, but a level of balance and grace that leads naturally into his engaging one of the more accomplished niten students with wooden staves, the opening clack-clack-clack of strike and deflection accelerating smoothly over the course of long moments into staccato whirls of clash and disengage, attack and feint that leave welts and bruises rather than rending cuts but which serve to exhilarate rather than dissuade the hopeful ronin student when the two opponents at last separate to exchange bows.

 From there, still smiling more easily than at any time in months he takes a short time to talk with those practising more open-field techniques and speaks of yadomejutsu with a grizzled old one-eyed Bushi, the conversation ending in mutual laughter once more as the Bushi gestures at his eyepatch and waves the ronin away from the butts.

 But always, he circles back to the students of Niten, watching with the open honest eyes of one who aches in his heart to touch the sleeve of steel.