Akodo Seijuro
Lion Clan
“With the spirits of his ancestors standing beside him, a samurai never stands alone.”
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Post by Akodo Seijuro on Jan 29, 2018 10:25:39 GMT -5
In a private side room in the campus dojo, a lone Lion sits. Well, he was not truly alone; you know the line by now. His Ancestors were ever with him. The door was ajar, open enough for anyone to see him sitting their in a meditative seiza. His golden eyes were focused on the floor, not the pair of knotted swords that rested reverently on a small cloth before him. He was watching, imagining the spirits of those who had come before, visualizing the many fights that had taken place on this very dojo floor. Perhaps even a fight between his Father and his Mother. The thought broke him from his reverie.
He had spent the past few hours cleansing and purifying the two blades at the temples. In their sheaths they shined with a new, keen polish. He looked down at the soul of his Grandfather. He looked down at the very same blade his father had worn for most of his life. Am I worthy of their legacy? The rhetroical thought, though unsaid, hung in the air of the room as Seijuro saw his reflection in the saya's brown lacquer.
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Post by Mirumoto Aiko on Jan 29, 2018 15:04:45 GMT -5
Aiko, for her part, makes her way into the dojo, carrying her own blades and wearing a rather revealing sports top and a hakama, seeming quite relaxed as she makes her way in. She pauses as she sees that there is someone already there and frowning slightly when she realizes it is a student.
"Pardon, Akodo-san, but may I ask, did you inquire for permission to be in the dojos this morning? It makes the lives of us sensei easier and minimizes the risk of students injuring each other, either through accidents or intent, if we are able to supervise any sparring."
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Akodo Seijuro
Lion Clan
“With the spirits of his ancestors standing beside him, a samurai never stands alone.”
Posts: 304 Likes: 0
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Post by Akodo Seijuro on Jan 29, 2018 16:21:53 GMT -5
Seijuro looks up to Aiko, and offers her an apologetic bow.
"No, Mirumoto-sensei, I did not. To be honest I am not here to spar." He spoke honestly enough; he was Lion, after all. "I was merely watching, is all."
The Akodo cryptically motions to the empty dojo floor. "Meditation can be sought in reflecting upon the past, the past of everything."
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Post by Mirumoto Aiko on Jan 29, 2018 18:12:15 GMT -5
Aiko nods a little, crossing her arms and looking the boy over a little, "Yes, but do not forget the present, Akodo-san. After all, if you dwell too much on the past, you may end up consumed by it, which in turn, leads to Regret."
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Akodo Seijuro
Lion Clan
“With the spirits of his ancestors standing beside him, a samurai never stands alone.”
Posts: 304 Likes: 0
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Post by Akodo Seijuro on Jan 29, 2018 18:37:59 GMT -5
Seijuro bows to her words of wisdom.
"I will try sensei, but it is difficult." He offers the Mirumoto woman a small smile. "You speak as if you know me well; you seem to have read my thoughts and emotions, though everyone should know you have keen senses. You were trained by the Kitsuki as well as the Mirumoto, hai?"
A pause. "The details of the Onyx Wars are filled with your deeds."
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Post by Mirumoto Aiko on Jan 29, 2018 19:17:05 GMT -5
"I am Kitsuki trained, hai, Akodo-san. And I am well aware of what is said of my actions during that conflict," Aiko says, running a hand through her hair, "And the stories leave out a great many things."
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Akodo Seijuro
Lion Clan
“With the spirits of his ancestors standing beside him, a samurai never stands alone.”
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Post by Akodo Seijuro on Jan 29, 2018 19:25:32 GMT -5
"They often do, sensei. I'd like to hear the..."
Seijuro's gaze settles on Aiko's forearms, out in the open from her open manner of dress... and he freezes mid sentence. It was a tattoo, and one tattoo in particular that catches his golden eyes. A pair of honey colored orbs that looked so familiar lock onto her arms. Reflexively, his hand touches the lacquered saya of his sword reverently.
The eyes held so many emotions. Respect. Pain. Confusion. A wish to know the... "truth," he finally says, voice trembling. "The truth of the tales, but I fear that would take up your valuable time sensei."
Finally, Seijuro looks back up to Aiko with the very same look that she had received so many times all those years ago. The same look Akodo Arasou often gave his trusted friend.
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Post by Mirumoto Aiko on Jan 30, 2018 6:44:30 GMT -5
Aiko, for her part, is unsure of how to process this new information, but files it away for later, as right now, she's not in a place where she can really handle someone who she flat out loved being reincarnated as a student. Because that is just beyond awkward for her. So, instead, she focuses on the implied question.
"I don't think it is all that much of a waste, Akodo-san. Knowing the truth is often a valuable thing. However, I do not think this is the proper venue or time for such a conversation."
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Akodo Seijuro
Lion Clan
“With the spirits of his ancestors standing beside him, a samurai never stands alone.”
Posts: 304 Likes: 0
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Post by Akodo Seijuro on Jan 30, 2018 8:00:56 GMT -5
Seijuro looks like a wounded animal for a moment. His hand leaves the saya of Seigi, the very same Akodo Blade his father had offered for Aiko to hold after their first spar 23 years ago. A spar that tempered their friendship into what it was. There was so much she would know the answers to. About his Father, about his Mother, and about the woman named Matsu Nagato. The holes left behind in Arasou's diary, which he never wrote in again after he graduated; the details in the past Seijuro needed to find peace. It was here, and he was denied it. At least for now. He saw his mother's tears and his heart broke anew. To hide his shame, he bowed to Aiko. "Yes, sensei. I understand." |
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Post by Mirumoto Aiko on Jan 30, 2018 9:17:13 GMT -5
Aiko looks to the young man, "That is not to say there won't be a time or a place later, Akodo-san. Just the dojo is not the place for telling stories of the past. To everything, there is a season, after all."
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