Honey, golden eyes catch the world in their gaze.  Bright, astute, and thoughtful they sit upon an seemingly plain face, where not much attention has been placed.  The long hair seems arranged as an after thoughy, as are the clothes she wears.  The often quiet Ichico is not one to fuss with such things.  There are more important things to focus her mind upon she claims.

Not shy, but not one to engage in what she views as meaningless banter.  She wears her face with a great deal of devotion, one that seems comical in a child of her age, as bushido is far more complex than a child's mind can understand.