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Thread: A Ronin's Path (LadyYuna & Silverknight's 1x1)

Masanori Katsu Masanori looked over at a young dark haired young man, as he laid on a bed, the young man was his mentor, his teacher, he was the one who had trained him in the arts of the sword, and helped him to become as good as anyone alive. His mentor was only a few years older then him, but they learned together, advanced together, himself learning one step behind the dark haired man laying on the bed. Or they had when they were both alive, strong fighting the future, fighting the impossible future that was coming. Now his mentor was dead not from battle, no, none would be strong enough to defeat him in battle, he died of illness far to young. So much death, so much destruction, the world was ending around them, centuries of peace were at a end. The way that stretch back as far as he knew was going to end soon, the future was an enemy that even the most brave couldn't defeat, and time was a unbeatable foe for all. He got up and looked around the small room, the fight wasn't over, he would continue, he would fight till the end and then slip away into silence. The fight he knew would be the last great battle of the times, the last battle of the samurai. Suddenly Masanori was in a different place and in a different time. He wasn't in Kyoto or in Edo, or even in Enzo, he was at his home, the one he grew up at before he changed his name and went off to fight against the world. Masanori looked around, he had gone by a false Alias as Daiki during the war, he had done a good job of faking his identity to get in the army. It was so good that he was able to hide in his real identity very easy again. He worked in a small but growing town. He owned his old family dojo, where he first learned swordsmanship, before he took up learning from Okita to advance that knowledge to make himself great. He was sure that this was the only thing he could do from this moment on. He would teach those the old ways, keep the traditions alive as best as he could. He wasn't a samurai anymore he had no master to follow anymore, he was alone in the world for the most part. He walked to the gate, and opened it, the small school still taught his old swordstyle, no one knew Okita's style which was mixed in with his own. As he looked outside of the gate, he saw a young woman, he knew nothing about the woman, but something about her struck him as he stood there quietly. He watched her walk to town, he had no clue who she was, but she had a face that seemed to tell him so much. He could read from the look on her face that she had seen much in her life, more then the common person. He smiled a tiny bit as he waved to her as she got closer to where he happened to be located at. Now, good morning, he announced confidently, you hungry, I am sure you have been walking a good while, and I do believe that I happen to have made to much breakfast, you can join me for some if you wish, he said politely as he looked at her, he figured asking the young woman was worth a try, she was beautiful, and there was something about that look in her eyes too.
Thread: A Ronin's Path (LadyYuna & Silverknight's 1x1)

Aiko In between steps, Aiko had gotten lost in her own thoughts. An amused smirk crossed her face as the first thing her mind seemed to point out was the irony in her name. Aiko was supposed to be Japanese for 'little loved one'. And yet for most of her life thus far, she had been treated as anything but that. Her gaze shifted to her hands which, upon close examination, made it obvious that she used to be an incredibly skilled swordswoman. And that thus made the next train of thought enter her head as it tilted slightly. Used to be? You haven't exactly given that occupation up, you know? Another half-true and half-false statement. Killing was only done on an as-needed basis as was fighting. But in the end, her memories were correct. Even if she didn't resort to such tactics as much as she used to, it did mean she was still a swordswoman. To many people, it wouldn't matter how often or seldom the blades were used. If they ever came unsheathed ... that was it. It put that label upon her, the one known as a 'swordswoman'. Simultaneously, the ones known as 'ronin' and 'wanderer' were also displayed proudly upon her kimono. Not quite literally, mind you. But some days, it may as well have been. She definitely had more than enough room to place any of the symbols for such words upon the back of the silk cloth. And there had been a few times she had seriously contemplated wearing such things. But before she could ponder on those thoughts anymore, a new voice got her attention. For a few moments, she stayed silent, merely listening to the words. Before Aiko replied, she wanted to try to hear if the words were sincere or not. She'd gotten fooled many times before in the past, promised to be given meals for supposedly nothing. But often times, they were concealed with ulterior motives, typically the desire for her body. And when such occurrences had risen up, that was one of the few times Aiko would easily pull her blade out and use it in self-defense. If any man were foolish enough to make any attempts after the fair warning she gave them ... well ... it couldn't be helped, now could it? The green eyes across from her definitely showed an array of emotions and reactions. However, when she failed to find anything that would be a concern or worry, Aiko finally gave a nod. Famished. She finally replied, confirming his guess had been correct. The slightest hint of a smile crossed her face as she headed inside, accepting the offer and invitation. That'd be very generous. Thank you. As her sandals made contact with the floor, she slipped them off. Her swords, however, would remain firmly secure by her sides. Her wrists went behind her back as she patiently waited for the male to lead her to the dining room. After all, this was his place. With her luck, she'd end up in any other room but the correct one. Besides, he should be the person to show her around, not herself. It was rude and anyone with a bit of common courtesy knew that much.
Thread: A Ronin's Path (LadyYuna & Silverknight's 1x1)

Masanori Katsu Masanori noticed that he got the eye of the woman who was walking. He could tell that the woman was a ronin, or a former spy or mercenary at least. She had that look about her, it looked like a woman who was dangerous. He knew that look very well, most of the time that look wasn't from a woman, most of the time it happened to be from a male who was his foe many years ago. Masanori smiled when she took him up on the offer, he wasn't sure if she would take up on it or just walk on by, figuring both were possible. You are most welcome, ma'am, Masanori commented with a friendly light tone to his voice as he motioned her to follow him. Once past the gate she would see the small house where the supplies were kept, she would of course notice the gardens as well one which went around a small pound filled with traditional plants, and a rock garden just on the opposite side, both taken care of rather well. It was something he took pride in working on when he had time to work on them, along with teaching. Walking in the front door, he slide off his sandals as well. I must say, it is not a problem at all, it is always good to welcome someone into my home for a meal, especially someone who has been traveling for a while, he said figuring that she had to had been traveling. He figured the swords meant she most likely had found some work or something fighting still or at least had to protect herself still. He led her down a small hallway, their were a few rooms on the right side and a large dojo where his practices where held on the left. Two wooden swords were inside of it with all the markings around if she were to look that would tell her that he taught at the said dojo. He walked into the dinning room and motioned her to sit down, I shall return in a moment with dinner, he said with the same kind tone, before he left quickly and returned moments later with two bowls of a turnip and bean stew. I know it isn't the best looking thing in the world, but it is cheap and it is filling, he said as he handed over a bowl to Aiko. I am Masanori, it is a pleasure to meet you.
Thread: A Ronin's Path (LadyYuna & Silverknight's 1x1)

'Niken Okami' Aiko Despite her being in the war for only five or six years, she had earned her own nickname during that time much like the infamous 'Battousai' she had heard so much of. Having run into him, however, was another story. Those who had faced her knew Aiko better as the Niken Okami, or two swords mistress. Even though she usually only used one - poor ignorant idiots - it was rare to see a woman on the battlefield, let alone one who had the ability to use two at the same time. As much as Aiko disliked the stereotype and lack of women having helped out in the war, she expected to see few females around. After all, most were raised up to be the more ... typical woman. She was anything but that. During the guide, Aiko did indeed take note of the rooms and where they all were. What got her attention the most, however, was the dojo where the wooden swords remained. An eyebrow raised slightly as she gazed upon the weapons. Once again, Aiko found her mind wondering was this man also a swordsman? But then ... why was he in charge of a place like this? Well, the war did end so .... She nodded to herself, figuring it to be something along the lines of him giving up the lifestyle in order to live the one he truly desired. Many had, after all, done such a process. The smell of the soup drifting towards her nose finally snapped Aiko out of her thoughts. The slightest hint of a smile was seen crossing her face as she shook her head gently. With having been walking for the past few days, I'm not going to start complaining. Thank you. Itadekimasu. Bowing her head politely, she began to slowly sip the soup. Aiko hesitated, uncertain if she should reveal her name. It tended to lure trouble whenever she said it, especially around those who had been in the recent chaotic war. But .. this man had allowed her to eat in his home. She figured if nothing else, she owed him that reply. Aiko. She replied, mentally preparing for the worst and simultaneously noting Masanori's name. A pleasure to meet you also.
Thread: A Ronin's Path (LadyYuna & Silverknight's 1x1)

Aiko, well, you are most welcome to enjoy this simple dish, cost cutting is important, plus I can't stand that western stuff they sell in the markets, he mused as he disliked the western things which were taking over the land slowly but surely. He had battled against the influence of the west for so long, and hated the fact it went against the tradition and the peace that the Tokagawa represented for hundreds of years. He let out a sigh as he calmed his thoughts quickly. As he ate the stew he remained quiet, he figured he might of heard of Aiko, but that was the past, something that he had a long one of as well. He didn't want to bring up the past as it might give away himself as well. He had his own nickname from those days Kyoto no Tora. It wasn't something he said out loud in years, but it was their for those who knew his fake identity, which none that he knew did know it. He remained calm as he ate something that was also natural a patience and quietness to the male. I am guessing that you have been without a decent place to stay as well, he mused as he looked over at Aiko for a moment. You are most welcome to stay here, I have a extra room, it would not be a bit of trouble as the place is for students who need to work on things one on one or back in the day as a room for the treatment of injured students as well. Well back when their were far more student then their are now, he mused as he looked to the door way before returning to the food and eating it quietly, before pausing. So, I do have one last question if you do not mind me asking, do you know how long you are going to be in town before you wonder on?
Thread: A Ronin's Path (LadyYuna & Silverknight's 1x1)

'Niken Okami' Aiko The man's eyes practically spelled out that he had gone into his own train of thought. Something was definitely on his mind. Yet, she didn't ask. It wasn't her affairs and if he wanted to bring up what was bothering him, Aiko trusted Masanori to do that much. Otherwise, it didn't feel like it was Aiko's business to pry into. Her gaze lowered as she focused on the food. Taking a spoonful of the soup, she raised it in front of her lips, blew across it, then sipped it. Her eyes closed as she savored the taste. It had been way too long and while she had the chance to enjoy a decent meal, Aiko would do so. Her head nodded as she slowly opened her hazel eyes, making contact with Masanori. It has, yes. She then found herself unable to help but blink. Was this man psychic? Part of her had offered to help out in exchange to be able to reside here for a few more days, a week at most. But he had seemed to beat her to that question. That ... would be very much appreciated. I need to figure out a more definite location on where to head towards next anyway. All Aiko definitely knew was Kyoto was out of the question. Unless she absolutely had to, she'd never go back there. Not in any of the nine layers of Hell. And if she was truly needed there .. someone better pay her a hell of a lot for Aiko to even consider that. She mentally shoved the flashbacks that began trying to taunt her away as Masanori inquired on how long she'd stay here. Her fingers lightly danced along the spoon, tapping it every now and again before her head moved from side to side. I'm not certain. That will be another thing I will need to think about. I was originally going to leave after the meal. But given the recent offer ... probably a few days to a week. I don't usually remain for long nor am wanted. It all depends. .. Was that too much? Shit. Well .. too late to take the words back. Her hand waved, as if silently suggesting for Masanori to forget about the last few sentences before she resumed eating her soup.
Thread: A Ronin's Path (LadyYuna & Silverknight's 1x1)

Masanori nodded his head and gave the young woman a sort of smile as the cyan haired man picked up the bowls to take and wash off. It is no problem at all. I figured you might want to stay, you look like a person who travels a lot and normally when a person travels a lot they don't get to pick where they wish to stay and rest their heads, he mused logically from experience to some degree as well. He figured that the young woman was a wonderer who had no choose on where to stay given that she gave the appearance of a independent woman. Well, you are welcome as long as you wish to stay, I am not one to run people out, and I find helping people a good way to earn some good karma too, he commented to hear her as he carried the bowls out to the back and took a tiny bit of water and washed them both before carrying them into the kitchen and putting them where they would go so that he would be able to find them rather quickly when he would need them next. I will have students come to practice in a couple of days but tomorrow I shall not, so you can have the run of the place or head into town and take care of whatever business you want. Now if you wish, I shall show you around my home, he said as he motioned her to follow, he showed her where the rooms where, where the storage was, the outhouse as well and the bath. He also lastly took her to the room she would use, and put out a sleeping mat for her to use and made sure it was a good one before he looked at her, I hope this will work for you, I have some choirs to do, I am going to be doing some light repairs on my home, he said honestly before he went to do some sanding on the front porch, making sure that their was no wear form recent rainstorms.
Thread: A Ronin's Path (LadyYuna & Silverknight's 1x1)

'Niken Okami' Aiko Regardless of whether her words had been a close giveaway she was infamous - at least according to the correct people - or not, it didn't seem to matter. Or if he had caught on, Masanori didn't care enough to bring it up. All the same, an inward sigh of relief echoed in her head. It was nice to hear she didn't seem like a burden for once. Were this any other person, it would have been very likely that they would have demanded for Aiko to leave. Heh, interesting. Karma is something many seem to have forgotten. She added, nodding to herself as she set the empty bowl down after a few minutes. Do you teach them sword fighting by chance? Or is that prying too much? As Masanori got up to his feet, she followed suit. Aiko then leaned back and stretched her body out, causing a few cracks to echo in the room. They especially were the loudest around her spine and knuckles. A quiet nod would be seen and once her new host began to guide her around, she followed him through his place of residence. Aiko took note of where every room was, especially the bath. That was definitely something she hadn't had in far too long and would gladly use. It does. Thank you. After giving Masanori a polite bow of her head, she went back to the bath. After doing a brief double check to ensure she was alone, Aiko placed her swords down. Before she got too far, however, she grabbed a towel and placed it near the edge. No sense in doing something so foolish and embarrassing like forgetting such a vital item and thus having to walk around nude. Next, the kimono left Aiko's body, then panties and finally, bandages which had been wrapped around her chest. A low sigh of relief left as her body finally got to feel air get exposed to it. She remained standing for a few moments before submerging herself into the warm water, leaving only her neck and head able to be seen. Her eyes closed as she leaned back, enjoying the hot liquid caressing and coating her sore body. All the walking with little to no rest had taken quite a toll upon her. She'd never complained about it to anyone, though, simply because there was no point in doing so. While this was a bit of a risky thing for her to do, Aiko had enough faith in Masanori that he wouldn't try anything stupid. On the off chance she was wrong, however, she could defend herself damn well. But from what she'd been able to sense and tell, there was no sensation of anything akin to ill will being detected from Masanori. Still, she'd keep her guard somewhat up ... just in case. It seemed like another time for her to be more safe than sorry.
Thread: A Ronin's Path (LadyYuna & Silverknight's 1x1)

Yes, this dojo belonged to my family for 10 generations, back to the very old days of the start of the last age, he said with a sense of pride in his tone. I was away and couldn't run it for a while, stuck out of the area, then I came back and have been running now. I find it a good way to keep the past traditions alive for people, he mused to her explaining a bit of the history of the place and his reasoning for being the person who was in charge of the place as well. She was correct there was no ill will towards Aiko from Masanori at all, the cyan haired man wasn't one to worry, nor did he really worry about her past so much. That wasn't to say that he wasn't curious about her past and wondering who she was. He figured based on how she walked that she was skilled on her feet and deadly, that was easy to pick out though honestly. He walked into his dojo and took a rag and started to wash the floors. He went over them carefully making sure they were as clean as they could possibly be, and shinny as possible too, they would have time then to sit but if his new guest wanted to use the room she could now. He went in and looked at a few old books with some random notes about various people, he looked up the sections for women, and looked at the distributions about them. It didn't take that long for him to find her, or at least who he was pretty sure was her, actually, there were to possibilities one was on each side of the fight. He figured he would figure out which of them two was her before she left and if not it wasn't like it mattered ultimately, it was who you were now that mattered really.
Thread: A Ronin's Path (LadyYuna & Silverknight's 1x1)

'Niken Okami' Aiko As Aiko stayed in the bath, her body stayed still and allowed itself to soak in the soothing water. It hadn't dawned on her just how much this had been needed until multiple but gentle moans passed from her lips. Goddamn this felt amazing. It was tempting to stay in the bath. But .. she couldn't just do that. A night of decent sleep, without any fears of being chased down or anything of the like, would come next. Moreover, Aiko would eagerly welcome them all with open arms. While the bed hadn't been the fanciest, it looked by far better than the past several ones she'd slept in. Aiko decided to compromise with herself. For tonight, she'd get her hygienic routines out of the way. Before she left, however, the swordmistress would allow herself to indulge in the bath. Nodding to herself upon deciding the new plan, Aiko slipped out of the water, shivering slightly. Her hands instantly reached and grabbed the towel, working on drying herself off. The bandages went back around her breasts followed by the panties and then the kimono. After taking a few deep inhales, the scent of something else being clean caught her nose. When she was sure her feet were completely dry, Aiko walked out - though not before taking her swords with her - after hanging the towel up and headed to the room she had been given consent to use. Thank you. She called again before lying upon the sleeping bag. The blades were placed beside her, easily within reach. One of these days, maybe she could sleep without them. But as of late, there had been many hints and cues which said otherwise. And because of those, she would keep them nearby. Mere moments after her hazel eyes closed did Aiko fall asleep. The combination of a fresh bath, food, and bed had all seemed to do their job in relaxing the ronin.
Thread: A Ronin's Path (LadyYuna & Silverknight's 1x1)

The following morning was a nice morning, the sun came up at the normal early time, it was not warm nor was it cold. Everything was just nice, a soft breeze blew though the air as Aiko would wake up, she would find that most likely Masanori had woken up before the sun rose, and was up and about, working outside on a small garden. He was growing a small field of rice, it was a save way to make sure he grew it properly and in the traditional style with enough for just his self. He took pride in his work, that could be seen easily as he checked on the crop that was growing at that moment. He finished not that long after the sun rose in the sky, it was a warm morning, as he came in, if Aiko woke up later, then she would find him working in the kitchen making some rice balls for breakfast, he prepared two one for himself and one for Aiko. He also prepared warm green tea for himself as he ate and drank the tea in quiet, sitting outside enjoying the warm, quiet and comfort of being outside. He had a rather uneventful day ahead. Not that most days were eventful, but this one had nothing really going on that was of any importance at all for himself. He ate quietly as he sat with his feet hanging off the edge of the porch and swing just a bit over the ground. He was wearing a simple blue kimono this day with white pants, it was something one would expect from a common worker and farmer. He was that now, a teacher, farmer nothing else. He kept his sword close, it was something he depended on no longer, but it was still part of him. It wasn't given to him by his family, but by his captain, while he was at war and held many memories both painful and glorious.