The way of the samurai

[Zenryoku]

A cool gentle breeze stired in the moonlight night as the glow illuminates the sakura blossom in the garden of the old philosopher's retreat deep within the snow swept mountains of the land of iron. A still figure sits dormant upon a pillow as she gazes into the reflection of the pond and stares deep into her heart as she recounts her many memories of the many battles and trials she faced long ago in her path towards enlightenment. Set upon her sided the famed samurai sword of the yakuza clan the sakura no ki lays glimmering in the light of the moon and resonating the swordsmen spirit.

Unohana Retsu: How times have changed these many years yet the memories remain strong even if this old face has been forgotten, too long has there been no visitors to engage my mind with philosophical talk



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[Mirai]

Mind if I take this dance old mate?

 

[Zenryoku]

Mind if I take this dance old mate?

Sure though your greetings is lacking ettiquette

 

[Mirai]

Man, its been months since the first shogun had left us in search for her true inner peace…well technically she just retired from her position. Shodaime was always Aoi must inspiration in the world of the Samurai. It was late in the night and Aoi was very nervous as the voting of the new Shogun was right around the corner. The excitement made her body quiver from the though of being the Sandaime of the land. Aoi decides to take a trip into the sakura blossom forest just outside the land. It was nightfall and she with her trusted wakizashi, Kayato , firmly strapped to her waist in a white sash made her way into the forest. After while of looking around she heard a soft whisper in the wind. Turning her head to that direction she finds a majestic looking lady standing no so far from her…it was Shodaime! Aoi quickly moved over to her in glee and stars in her eyes as her old teacher and idol is her.

Lady Unohana! Its been soo long! Aoi greeted her in glee and bubbly as ever bowing in respect to her sensei