America
Lady Amaterasu was high in the sky, casting her brilliant light down upon the gently sloping banks of the koi pond within the Crane embassy. Surrounding the little feature, blossoming plants of all varieties spilled from every plant bed, and ornately sculpted shrubs hemmed in the area. Had it been anywhere else, such a show of wealth and artistry might have looked opulent, but the artisans of the Crane strove for balance in their work, making each line and sweep of the scenery intentional and meaningful. It was without a doubt more ornate than was necessary, but this was nothing to the children of Lady Doji.

Beneath a pale blue awning, Doji Daiki knelt in seiza on a cloth of a darker sky blue, a couple of attendants buzzing around him and setting up a low table with an assortment of refreshments and a finely crafted tea pot that was very slightly steaming. When they had fussed about the arrangements as much as was prudent, Daiki bowed to them and gestured for them to fall back a little so as not to be in the way for the arrival of their guest.

On the outside, Daiki's *On* Was impenetrable, displaying the calm mask of the samurai caste. Inside, his insides were churning. This was to date his most noteworthy client. Yes, he had taken a commission for the new Akodo *Taisa* In the city, who had now taken on the role of leading the garrison, but his influence was largely military rather than political - though to a lion, what is the difference?

Still, the Unicorn were allies, and there was no small amount of pressure to keep relations friendly. Thus far, Daiki had only managed half of his encounters with Unicorn in the city without causing personal insult of some sort, and he was very determined to make sure that balance did not turn against him further.

His snow white hair had been scrubbed of all ash from the forge, and it had even been freshly dyed white to hide the black roots that had begun to sneak up on him amidst his toils. His kimono, typically a more stormy blue to hide soot more effectively, was a very subtle pale blue, emblazoned with iconography of the Kakita - cranes with long feathers held in their beaks, brandishing them as though they held deadly blades in their mouths. He glanced out at the placid water, his stormy blue eyes following the lazy meanderings of the elegant butterfly-finned fish in the pond.

*It is a fine day for important meetings.*
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Nick
The second visit to the Crane Embassy found Kazuko and her attendant in far higher spirits than the first. There was no small amount of trepidation that day she entered a meeting with Doji Masanari to discuss her plans in regards the Phoenix. Today, though, did not hold the future of her clan's relations with another. This was a personal request.

She was dressed formal but not official, as befitting a visit of such nature. The violets and gold of her kimono indicated clearly to who she owed her allegiance, yet it was not so stifling a style as one might wear to court.

The gardens were an ideal place to have this discussion. The peace and focus such a location provided complemented the matters she wished to discuss today. She approached the seated Crane, eyes taking in the koi as they swam lazily along the pond, before moved to direct her attention at him. She bowed curtly but respectfully. Her attendant bowed far deeper, of course. Kazuko began to sign as the attendant spoke. "Greetings, Doji-san. I thank you for the opportunity to meet you today. The woman speaking is Fuyuko-san. She serves as my translator, as I am unable to speak clearly after attempts on my life. Any words conveyed by her are my words; please consider them with the same weight."

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America
The addition of a speaker complicated etiquette ever so slightly. Daiki, though a crane, and a Doji in name, was a Kakita through and through. His life revolved around the blade of the duel, not the fan of the courtroom. Still, he thought he saw the path forward.

*The interpreter aught be acknowledged, but the conversation in its truest sense is merely between the ambassador and myself. She can hear me. Acknowledge the speaker and her introduction, but address my message to Lady Kazuko, not her.*

Daiki gave a bow to the ambassador not unlike the deeper bow the interpreter had given himself, while giving the interpreter a similar curt bow as he had received from the ambassador. They had made the pecking order abundantly clear, and he observed it, acknowledging the lady first as his better and the interpreter as a respected lesser.

**"Welcome Utaku-sama, on behalf of both the Doji family and the Kakita's artisan and duelist schools,"** He said to Kazuko herself. **"I am Doji Daiki. I am pleased to see you in good health and I thank the fortunes that you have survived the attempt on your life."** Dipping his white-dyed head out of respect, he then turned to the other woman. **"It is a pleasure, Fuyoko-san. I shall rely on your assistance in our dealings. *Arigatou gozaimasu.*"** Once again, he bowed a brief but appropriate bow before returning his eyes to his most esteemed guest. **"I would invite both of you to take a seat,"** He gestured with a long-sleeved arm towards the table, proffering the seat opposite the cushion where he had been seated a moment before to his guest so they may face each other and a spot between them on the low table to the interpreter so that she may be nearby to allow ease of communication. **"We have much to discuss. But firstly, tell me how the Unicorn fare in the city of late. It has been some time since I heard a proper update."** He offered a hand to the ambassador should she need it to steady herself while sitting.
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Nick
"My thanks, Doji-san." Kazuko politely refused the offered hand as she seated herself. She didn't appear that old, did she? "It is most agreeable to return to the Embassy of your Clan. Allies should not be strangers, after all."

In fact it did seem that even though the two clans had an alliance, they seemed farther apart than they should have been. Hopefully this, as well as the working relationship with Masanari, would strengthen that. Starting with sharing information. Unlike that annoying Kakita she met nearer her first arrival to the city, she did not hide things from her allies. "We fare well. Unlike the Scorpion, who floundered in the face of the winter's events, we took action to smooth over the problems my predecessor caused. It has been quite productive."

Always the dutiful servant, Fuyuko took the moment of her lady's pause to serve the two samurai the tea that was provided. Kazuko nodded her thanks before taking a small sip. "This is quite pleasant, Doji-san. Regrettably, however, efforts to ease tensions with the Phoenix are now impossible. I shall spare the unpleasant details for an official report between allies which will arrive in due time, but they have shown themselves no friend of peace.

"And what of the Crane? How have your efforts within this city found themselves?"

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America
**"You will forgive me, I hope, on two counts, Utaku-sama,"** Daiki responded turning his cup and taking a small sip to enrich the conversation. **"I am still a relatively new arrival to the city, and although I have heard passing reference to the business regarding the Scorpion, it was from a scorpion, and as such I have taken it with several measures of salt."** As he spoke, he absentmindedly tilted his tea cup, allowing the pale liquid to ride along the side of its container. **"And secondly, though I can share that the Crane have been busy preparing for the festival, the full details are, regrettably, beyond the scope of my observations. I personally am a man very singular in his focus, and if it does not concern the duelist academy or the forge, I only catch the crumbs that fall nearby rather than feasting on the gossip directly."**

This was not entirely untrue, but Daiki was not the best judge of what information was his to share, even to an ally. Still, he felt that one piece of information was safe enough to volunteer. **"Incidentally, the time I have spent among the other duelists has told me that the academy will be integrally involved in our festival plans."** It was hardly difficult to guess that the Crane fancied themselves the best duelists, and therefore would be eager to create opportunities to show off a little during times of celebration.

Letting out a sigh, the young man shrugged as he switched to address the other news.**"I am sorry to hear of your troubles with the Phoenix. It is troubling that the clan most noteworthy for their pacifism is not seeking peace in their dealings."** At the corners of his mouth, his lips twisted into a crooked smile of sympathy. **"Has there yet been violence, or is the trouble yet brewing on the horizon?"**
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Nick
"The storm is subsiding, but the damage is done." Icy calm covered the undercurrents of that statement. It would not do to air personal grievances here. She quickly attempted to move the subject onto better matters. The festival seemed an excellent focal point. "I would expect nothing less than a chance than your prestigious academy to spearhead a festival event.

"We had first thought to sponsor a horsemanship or archery contest, but felt those might be considered a bit too weighted in our favor." This was no sleight to a dueling competition; simply because the Kakita were the foremost artisans of Iaijutsu did not mean it was unfair against the other clans. Riding and shooting would be far more restrictive and could have been considered stacking the odds in their favor. "Instead we have opted for a contest of the finer arts, to allow for a wider array of contestants to join."

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America
**"Indeed,"** Daiki agreed. **"I am often in awe of the feats that your Battle Maidens can perform while at a full gallop. Asking others to emulate would be a little like the Crab asking others to compete at wall building. I'm sure many could make an attempt, but when you and only you are skilled at a task, asking others to try to best you at it does smack of being disingenuous."** He took another slow sip of his tea as he thought over her words on the Kakita. **"I agree that my kinsmen are most lauded for their dueling, but I do not know if I would put money on them so quickly. There are some very skilled duelists from other clans - and some from no clan at all -whom I have no shame in admitting could easily best me. I am skilled at my practices, but I am not Kakita himself."** An image came to mind of a one-eyed woman wielding two bokkens. He spoke again. **"And despite their philosophical differences, even he gave deference to Mirumoto."**

At the mention of artistry being a means of competing, Daiki leaned forward a little. **"That sounds most intriguing! I am very curious for that announcement when it is the proper time to make it! Smithing may be my primary medium, but I am interested in art of all varieties and am eager to learn more!"** 

It was becoming more and more difficult for the swordsmith to avoid fidgeting. He was more Kakita than he was Doji, after all, and although he knew the importance of following etiquette by taking time on the small talk and the exchanging of pleasantries, he was used to activity. Admittedly, it was a nice conversation, and it was one that he was enjoying, but Daiki was having to rely more and more on his meditative breathing to avoid shifting his weight too much or letting his hands play with his cup.

*Be as the void... Still... Silent... Empty of thought... We shall get to the matter at hand. To rush an esteemed guest would not do.*
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Nick
"Well then I will be sure you are made aware of the tournament the moment it is offered, if not perhaps a little before as our allies should be." His enthusiasm for the contest was encouraging. Kazuko hoped that others would share it, especially when the prizes were announced. The legendary Ide generosity would be in full display, and a taste of the authority her status bore her was at play as well.

"However, the artistry I wish to speak of you with today is of the sort you excel. I am certain you have discerned as much." Enough idle conversation had been had in Kazuko's mind. It was time to move on to the nature of her visit. "You are a bladesmith; I wish to discuss the commission of a blade. 

"My current blade is at present unusable due to unfortunate matters I shall not discuss, but I have brought it with me for you to examine if you so wish." She gestured to her scimitar placed peacefully at her right side, should he express interest she would offer it to him to inspect. "Just be careful not to touch the steel itself."

Should Daiki examine the sword, it would appear in sound condition. The blade carried the well known far more pronounced curve and distinctive hilt of the blade the Unicorn held with as much reverence as the katana. The way that Kazuko spoke of it, both the guarded nature and the strict disallowance of performing more than a cursory inspection of the blade itself, indicated that some other reason kept the weapon from being used.

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America
**"Nothing would please me more,"** Daiki said, sliding his cup to the side to make room for the blade on the table between them. **"By all means, I should be happy to take a look.**

**"Now you say not to touch the steel..."** He said, careful not to pry deeper into a matter that she clearly wished to be kept discrete. However, details of such a commission were key. He took out a handkerchief from inside of his sleeve, holding it at the ready should he need to turn the blade over or turn it in place. **"Will I be reforging your current blade to working order, or are you wishing a wholly new sword with similar properties? It would be difficult to reforge and detail without touching it directly, but it can be done if that is needed."**

The fact it was a scimitar was not lost on him. Indeed, when Temujin had come to him requesting a tanto, he had needed to balance the style with the mismatched pair of his scimitar and wakizashi. **"Please,"** He went on. **"Tell me everything about how you plan to use the blade and what role it is to serve for you personally. The sword must fit the wielder, after all, not vice versa."**

Even before the weapon was presented to him, a gleam was shining in the depths of his eyes that had not been present moments before. Such enthusiasm was a glimpse behind his *On,* Though his other features had not betrayed him quite so clearly.
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Nick
"This blade has been readied for one final purpose to fulfill, after which it shall be destroyed. Because of the nature of preparation I am unable to wield it in other situations." Kazuko dearly hoped matters would not come to that. Surely it could still be resolved without bloodshed. There was still time to bring the errant souls back.

"I trust your skill, Doji-san. However," She continued, noting the keen interest he began to display now that business was at hand, "My position requires that the craftsmanship be nothing short of the best. Today, I would ask for a set of blades crafted for a samurai under my command. I am certain once I see the artwork produced I will be convinced fully to commission a sword worthy of the Unicorn Ambassador and heir to the Utaku family daimyo."

She hoped her words would not offend the Crane smith. It was not a question of ability, but a test borne of necessity. She knew not if Daiki had ever been commissioned for such a high status blade. She could not bestow that honor on someone she only just met, regardless of their reputation.
America
It was no sleight to Daiki's ego. He was yet new to the city, and few samurai in Ryoko Owari Toshi yet held his weapons. However, he did know of one individual whose weapons would stand as a shining example of his craftsmanship.

**"If you would permit me then,"** He said, raising his hand to summon a heimin attendant. **"I do not know if you know the name Akodo Katsuhiro? He is a very recent arrival to the city, albeit a very noteworthy one,"** He went on, though pausing momentarily to hiss instructions to the heimin man who bowed and rushed off to the embassy. **"I recently completed his commission for a full 3-piece set of blades - katana, wakizashi, and tanto. The latter two were simple repairs to the blade, but the trimmings and trappings were completely new, and the katana was reforged completely from the old."**

By the time he had finished his thought and taken a small sip of tea, the attendant was already bustling back to the gathering with pressed rice paper, ink, a brush, and sealing wax. **"Shall I send a runner to see if he is willing to part with the blades for an hour or so? If we are very fortunate, he may even choose to join us himself, though he his a busy man. I would not presume to insist upon his presence without any notice."** He sat with a fine-tipped brush in hand, prepared to pen the missive.
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Nick
At the mention of Katsuhiro, Kazuko stiffened. It seemed the city attracted all manner of Lion taisa within its walls. This was very interesting indeed. "Yes, I know Akodo-san."

*Though last time* I *Would have called* Him *-sama.*

"If you have examples of your craftsmanship, I am agreeable to view them, Dojo-san. Please, feel free to see if he is available. It would be interesting to see what he has done in the years since the war." She gestured dismissively so as to show her agreement to send the servant off. "Now, what shall we do as we wait? I apologize that I do not find myself the most gregarious of conversational partners."

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America
Once again, Daiki's knowledge of social cues was failing him. He could sense the air of tension, but other than the fact it had something to do with the taisa, he was at a loss. Had he erred in bringing up the lion? Was the suggestion enough to sour the deal? This would not be the first time he had put his foot in his mouth during important negotiations.

*The Crane and Unicorn are allies. I have to trust in that bond and make the best judgments I can. Whatever is happening is not obvious enough for me to read clearly, but second-guessing could do just as much harm if I do not know the correct path to take.*

Nodding, he brushed a quick message to 

||Honorable Akodo-sama,

A unicorn by the name of Utaku Kazuko is considering a commission. She wished to see some work I have done for high profile clients, and your weapons are the very best example possible. I am asking too much, I know, but it is a time-sensitive matter. Would you be so gracious as to send your swords with a trusted emissary for the afternoon? They would be returned with nary a scratch, and I would be more than happy to sharpen and service them at no charge to your office as a thank you.

Deepest apologies and my most sincere thanks,

Doji Daiki||



He withheld a shudder as he brushed ink onto his chop and stamped it at the bottom of the page. He then handed it off to the attendant to seal once the ink had dried.

**"I cannot pretend to be much good at Go,"** He said to the ambassador apologetically. **"I have a little more practice at Sadane, but if you are not feeling conversational, I am more than happy to sacrifice my pride to the pitched battle of black and white stones, if trouncing me would amuse you."** He gave her a playful little smile before glancing out over the koi pond.

*I feel as though I have stepped onto unstable ground...*
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Nick
"Well I think we will find ourselves evenly matched at Go. I have never been the best at it myself; shogi is my preferred game. Let us stumble about the battlefield of black and white together, then." Kazuko offered a brief and faint smile of reassurance. The smith seemed slightly on edge, perhaps he was worried the games would be one-sided and less than enjoyable. There was no need for concern, though. Go could keep them busy until Akodo-san arrived, and then she could see exactly how well his blades were made, and perhaps learn precisely what brought the taisa to the city.

*The day started simply, but has suddenly become much more than an artisan's commission. This will prove an interesting encounter indeed.*

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America
**"Then Go will do nicely,"** He said, raising a hand. The second of the attendants bowed and produced a Go board, setting it down between the two samurai and opening it to produce silk pouches with the different colored stones within. Taking a bowl and one of the bags of stones, Daiki slid them across the table towards the unicorn and her entourage. **"Since I suggested the game, I shall allow you the opportunity of playing black. Whenever you are ready, Utaku-sama."**

With the letter on its way, the matter of whether the invitation had been a mistake was no longer in front of Daiki to worry about, and his demeanor relaxed considerably. He set his own bowl beside his bag and took out a handful of white stones. By now, the attendant had settled the board in its proper state between them, and Daiki gestured with an open palm. **"May the best player win."**
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Darrell
Akodo had just finished opening a letter from Utaku Masanori, when a crane runner was let into his office slightly out of breath still. He came forward and presented the letter to Akodo with an exceptionally courtly bow, and then waiting for Akodo to finish reading the letter. Once done, Akodo folded it up and raised his brown eyes to the messenger. *Utaku-Kazuko*. He had read the name on the documents prepared from him by the embassy staff so that he might become acquainted with who all the important ambassadors were in the city, but now was his chance to actually meet her.

*It has been many years now, Utaku-san. I wonder how different we have both become over the last long years*

"You may run ahead and tell them I will be coming myself." Akodo rose as soon as the messenger had left, and began to prepare his things.
Nick
Go was considered the game of the quintessential battlefield mastermind. It was no wonder that Kazuko was not skilled at the game. Yet another failure of hers. Still, she could apply some of her knowledge of combat to the game. The pieces were placed, one by one, and the board began to take shape.

The initial push of white stones was intense and masterful, surging forward in a veritable barrage of unrelenting pressure. Kazuko did not panic. She had faced lines of screaming Deathseekers before; that was true terror. As soon as the first opportunity to capitalize on failing momentum was found she swung into gear, pushing a fast and aggressive back. The pendulum swung clearly in her favor.

It would only be a matter of time before the Battle Maiden secured the win and yet her annoyance grew. The progress had ground to a crawl, and as the final stones were placed, while the victory was firmly in the hands of Kazuko it was not decisive. A large portion of the board remained in the Crane's control, though still the minority. Not satisfying, though most likely they both felt the same way.

So engrossed was she in the game that she hadn't realized m the servant already returned at some point during their match. "Well played, Doji-san. You proved a worthy opponent. Thank you for humoring me."

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America
By the end of the game, Daiki's forehead was sore of furrowing. He knew a little bit of openings, but his execution was lacking, and it was more than once that an area where he had maintained a dominant presence was suddenly and irrevocably flipped against him into black territory.

By the end, even with the handicap points from *Komi,* Daiki was well below. Even possible contested areas on the board, Daiki stood to lose more than he could gain. **"Indeed. A clear and decisive victory. I am defeated."** He bowed politely to his opponent. **"Well done, Utaku-sama. Thank you for the game."**

By this point, the runner had regained his breath and as Daiki turned to address him, he bowed and stepped forward, whispering into the crane's ear. After a moment, Daiki raised his eyebrows before nodding to the heimin. **"Then we shall need another seat and more to drink,"** He said, turning to the unicorn. **"Would you find something a little stiffer agreeable? I'm sure Akodo-sama would be appreciative of whatever he is offered, but I believe he is partial to a nice sake. It seems he will be joining us shortly."**
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Darrell
Akodo did his best *Not* To hurry. This was an unanticipated interruption to his schedule for the day, but at the same time he was excited to see an old adversary. From what he remembered of Utaku Kazuko, she had been a spirited warrior and an inspired commander. It seemed obvious now, the value of cavalry, but while any Unicorn commander worth their saddle knew how to use cavalry effectively, she had known how to always surprise him with new and unexpected formations or uses. He had learned a lot from her in those early years.

As he arrived at the entrance he had used before, he let the Ashigaru know that Doji Daiki was expecting him.

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Nick
"Sake would be most agreeable, Doji-san." It would be an interesting meeting with the Lion. They had not met face to face, but the name of the captain during the early conflicts of the war was one she would not quickly forget. Shortly thereafter her unit was transferred to a different front, but she kept apprised of how her old one fared. Badly, it seemed. Perhaps had she been left there it would have been a different story. There was always more room on Wakumi's barding. Now all that remained was to wait for the Akodo's arrival.

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America
The footsoldier bowed as he received Katsuhiro. As he did so, he did a double-take, bowing a second time even deeper than before. **"Of course, honorable Akodo-sama!**" From his deep bow, he made side-eyes at a nearby attendant who bowed as well and quickly scurried off into the embassy.

Moments later, as Daiki was cleaning up the go board, the attendant, a younger woman, bowed and hurriedly approached the party by the pond. **"The Akodo has arrived and is being escorted."** Daiki nodded his acknowledgements and she hurried back to her post by the front. By now, the tea cups had been whisked away and were just being replaced by smaller cups for sake.

At the entrance, the ashugaru spoke again. **"If you would follow me. Drinks are just being served by the koi pond."** He led the way, careful to mind his eye line and keep his posture at attention. The middle-aged man had not been a soldier for long, but he knew the look of a seasoned veteran when he saw one. He was so focused on remembering his drilling that he did not see the stone in his path and stumbled before the taisa. Recovering, he resumed his march, but even from behind, the edges of his ears looked bright red.
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Darrell
Akodo tried to keep a smug smile to himself that he had made the Ashigaru nervous enough that they tripped. Knowing the Crane, if anyone had seen that he would never live it down, but Akodo remembered being nervous when a commanding officer came to visit, and Katsuhiro was probably the first Lion Taisa the man had ever met, let alone escorted through the embassy. So instead Akodo kept his face an impassive mask, and ignored the nervousness of his guard.

As they came into the koi pond, this time during the day, Katsuhiro admired the beauty of the gardens. It was not what he would do with the Lion embassy, but the Crane had their own unique sytle. This was a garden meant to sit in, and enjoy being surrounded by the beauty, or perhaps take tea in with important visitors. It was a painting of landscaping, but it was so manicured it lacked some of the wildness of nature. It was truly beautiful, but Akodo was going for something more natural.

As he approached the two, Akodo bowed first to his host, Doji Daiki, then to his fellow guest, showing them both great respect.

"Doji-San, thank you for once again having me as a guest here. Utaku Kazuko-sama, I am Akodo Katsuhiro. It is a great honor to meet you face to face after all these years, and now as Ambassador to the city."
Nick
The Lion finally arrived. Kazuko observed his arrival with great interest. It was difficult to tell if his greeting was meant to be genuine or insulting. Surely he was aware of how dire a situation it must be to place a soldier on the field of the courts, and how undesirable such a position would be to a warrior. Then again? Perhaps the career soldier had simply never considered it. The Unicorn taisa bowed curtly but respectfully to the newcomer.

"Akodo-san, it is agreeable to officially make your acquaintance. The woman speaking is Fuyuko-san. She serves as my translator, as I am unable to speak clearly after attempts on my life. Any words conveyed by her are my words; please consider them with the same weight." She signed through the opening words with rote precision as her servant translated. "We did meet once before from afar, years ago. The river spilled over its banks the eve before battle, blocked our forces for a fortnight. I saw you on the other bank. My troops and I were moved to a different front later that week. I heard the battle did not go well for us."

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America
As soon as the two ranking samurai were face to face, Daiki understood the undefinable tension he had sensed in the air when Katsuhiro's name had been mentioned. He also understood why the lion had come down himself. Taking a slow breath, he smiled and spoke.

**"Akodo-sama, thank you for taking the time on such short notice to make an appearance,"** He bowed, his torso parallel with the ground out of respect. **"It is a most pleasant and welcome surprise."** Having given the appropriate amount of time, he rose once again. **"I hope that you will forgive such a presumptuous request. The esteemed Utaku-sama had asked to see my work for an important matter, and I could think of no work I would rather have speak for me than the weapons you wear at your hip."** Another brief bow, this time of apology.

**"I was not aware of your history. I hope that I have not erred in reaching out to you. I consider both of you to be respectful samurai, and do not wish offense to either of you."**

It was a very slight twist of language to choose the word 'respectful' rather than 'respectable.' While it would be easy enough to assume that he had simply misspoken, it was in fact a slightly coded message.

*You are both my guests. Please do not make me regret receiving you.*
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Darrell
"Kami Akodo and Bushido teach us to have respect for our enemy. I have won and lost many battles, including with the Unicorn, the Crane, The Scorpion, the Dragon, and the Phoenix. If I did not respect my enemies I would have no friends."

Though Akodo didn't laugh, his eyes twinkled.

"I do remember the river, and it must have been the ancestors looking out for me. Had it been you I fought afterwards you would not have made the same mistakes, and even were I to hold the line against you, I would not have had the men for the next fight. If my own cavalry has been successful it is because you taught me how to use them so effectively."

Akodo turned to face Doji once more.

"I knew when I saw your skill that this was likely to happen, I am just pleased that the first was an old acquaintance." He bowed slightly again this time to Doji and held out in both his hands the Katana wrapped in a beautiful yellow brocade. The wakazashi still at his hip.

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Nick
"Indeed Akodo-san. We were both ready to slay each other once before, now we are not. It is as simple as that. An oddity of war that those who have not seen it may not fully understand." Kazuko waved a hand to dismiss any concerns in the Doji's mind. If anything she was more surprised that Katsuhiro was willing to work so closely alongside a Crane, though that was a question for another time.

At this point she would follow to katana as it transferred hands, waiting intently to see the quality of craftsmanship that would be displayed. While no artisan herself, a warrior still knew what a quality weapon looked like. If the tsuba and sheath were anything to go by, it would be a beautiful sword indeed.

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America
It was all over Daiki's head. Being surrounded by haughty crane that lived to fan the flames of their grudges, the idea of two warriors could so readily put their pasts aside was hard to grasp, but they were being civil, which was more than enough for now.

Reaching out with both hands, he accepted the blade, bowing his head as he received it. **"Many thanks, Akodo-sama,"** He replied, not lifting his head. **"I am grateful you have cared for my work so well."** Turning to Kazuko, he lowered his head once again, offering the blade with both hands. **"An example of my work, as requested, Utaku-sama. Thank you for your patience in acquiring it,"** He said simply. It was perhaps a little un-crane-like to leave out the trimmings and trappings of flowery words, but it seemed far more important that the work speak for itself.

In the midday sun, the particles of metallic brilliance in the paint glinted brightly, adding highlight to the warm earth-brown and amber-honey tones that gave the saya its tiger's eye appearance. On the upward-facing flank of the sheath, a pride of lions sat lazily in the golden dry grass of their domain, docile yet powerful. It had been inspired by Katsuhiro's demeanor in their first meeting where Daiki's work had been commissioned. On the other side, Daiki knew the image was different - a pouncing lion, claws and teeth bared. Perhaps this was the Katsuhiro that Kazuko had known in another life.
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Darrell
Akodo settled himself into a seating position so not to be between the two, and accepts the drink offered to him. Sake, clean and cool. It didn't need to be heated to hide that the grain wasn't polished. Nothing less to be expected from the Crane embassy, especially considering who Doji's guests were. He watched to see what Kazuko would think of Doji's design. He knew that some might think it flamboyant, but the Crane knew courts and aesthetics far more than than the taciturn Lion. The castles where Akodo had spent more of his days were light on any decoration that wasn't praise of their ancestors or keepsakes of victory, not that he would have it any other way. But here and at winter court, the game was more complicated. Certain things were expected of people and their positions, and not wearing the right armaments in the battles of court could be just as devastating to not wearing armor to battle. It might not be the greatest sword a Crane or even a Lion was capable of forging, but it was a better weapon than he had, and it elevated both himself and his clan for a variety of reasons.

Still, by what measure would Kazuko value the weapons? Appearance? Strength and sharpness of the blade? Or did she want something more subtle?

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Nick
The sword was beautiful. Elegant, emblazoned with style and and panache, designed to catch the eye of any who took note of them. Absolutely the opposite of what a soldier would look for in a weapon of war. But, as Kazuko constantly had to remind herself, she was no longer in the fields of battle. This was precisely the sort of ornamental yet still deadly blade a martially-leaning courtier would wear.

Her gaze flitted between appreciation for the artistry and annoyance at her position requiring it. In the end it settled on a smile of approval. "The craftsmanship is beautiful, Doji-san. Akodo-san, you are fortunate to have a blade so expertly crafted. The quality will more than suffice. Thank you both for going out of your way to humor my somewhat exacting standards."

She returned her focus to the smith. "My first commission for you, as mentioned, is for a member under my care. I am afraid in the time before my arrival in the city they were not afforded the honor and respect they deserved as faithful warriors. With recent plans on our martial fronts they will be able to distinguish themselves with bladework, I wish to provide them with a set of swords that show my deep gratitude to their many labors for the clan while also remaining functional.

"After this is completed and I remain impressed with your work—as I have no doubt I shall—we can discuss a daisho befitting an Ambassador."

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America
The dance of praise and polite refusal was one that Daiki had never much had a firm grasp of.

*How to disagree with someone of higher status without insulting them... Sounds like walking down the blade of a sword.*

Still, he played his part as best he could. **"You are too kind, Kazuko-sama."** It was neutral enough without contradicting any particular point nor requiring him to conjure up reasons why she was wrong. **"And I am not bothered that you wished to see my work first. I am relatively unknown in the city, so taking it on faith that I was capable of a high-profile commission would not be wise. I take no insult."**

Taking the blade back with both hands, he returned it in the same manner to Katsuhiro. **"Thank you again, Akodo-sama. Would you like the blade serviced while you are here?"**

The mention of a second commission was unexpected. He hesitated slightly before inclining his head. **"I had not realized that there might be a second work requested, but I am always happy to help an ally,"** He said, bowing his head at the honor that was being extended to him.

*The more who see my work, the more opportunities to ply my trade...*

Motioning to one of the attendants, he motioned in the air as though writing, and the man nodded, producing and handing to Daiki a brush, paper, and ink. Dipping the tip of his brush into the ink, he paused over the paper.

**"So, you said the weapons are to be worn by the warrior,"** He said, raising his eyes to look at her own. **"Will the scimitar be this warrior's primary weapon? Will it be used primarily on foot or on horseback?"** He had a dozen more questions, but it would not be proper to overwhelm her with them all at once.
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Darrell
Akodo held the saucer of sake up to his face to cover an amused smile when Doji got out his paper and brush. He was quite quick on the mark, though Katsuhiro found his enthusiasm charming, the fire in the artist was something he felt kindred to a warriors spark. He may not be a soldier but he battled with swords none the less.

"I appreciate the offer Doji-san, but as my use of the blade is much more infrequent here in the city, it does not require more than I am capable of yet and the blade is of such good quality that I have not noticed any issue with it's sharpness even after the many tatami I have cut. Rest assured I shall take you up on the offer when it is needed."

Settling the blade back into his obi, he bowed to the two.

"I do not wish to intrude on Utaku-sama's business so I shall excuse myself. However, Ambassador-sama, should you ever desire company for a ride, or a friendly game of shogi, I would be honored if you would consider my company."

He bowed deeply once again, allowing for either his dismissal or further questions.

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Nick
"Perhaps I will take you up on that sometime, Akodo-san. Free time is regrettably a scarcity in my current line of work; taking time out of this relentless schedule is more challenging than one may believe at first." She bowed as the Lion made his exit, then proceeded with Daiki' as line of questioning. "A scimitar, yes. While one made to fight on horseback would be standard, it would be less than useful for a samurai stationed within the city. One made to be used on foot would be preferred."

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America
At Katsuhiro's exit, Daiki set down his brush and stood to return the gesture, careful to note the degree of his incline and lower his own face further in deference to the lion's higher position. **"Fortunes be with you, Akodo-sama. I am hardly skilled at shogi, but if it is an excuse to visit, do not hesitate to come and teach me a thing or two."**

When it was once again down to Crane and Unicorn, he took up his original position across from the ambassador. **"I was not aware of the history between you two,"** He said apologetically. **"I hope that talk of past wars has not soured your appetite for the task at hand."**

Speaking of the task at hand, Daiki was behind on his note taking, swishing his newly recovered brush across the paper to note the intent for the blade to be used primarily on foot. **"May I ask, since the recipient will be primarily in the city, is their garb typically military? Do you know if they primarily wear clan colors, or if they have a more unique flair to their preferred mode of dress?"**

It was a mundane question, and one that would likely seem a waste of time to most, but having seen the artistry of his work, he hoped Kazuko would understand.

*The sword must fit the samurai, not the other way around.*

It was his perpetual mantra, and one he lived by.
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Nick
"Do not worry, Doji-san. The history Akodo-san and I share is one on the battlefield. I have nothing but respect for fellow soldiers. We all do our duty to our Clan and Champion." The bushi could hardly be faulted for a war started by courtiers. While the battles had often been brutal and not all honorable, that was true on both sides. It would not do to hold some other soldier accountable for the very same actions she would have taken in their place.

As the Crane's line of questioning continued, Kazuko began to understand the reasoning behind it. While she was no artisan herself, Makoto had asked similar questions many a time when commissioning woodwork for his various patrons. Making a piece that was sufficient was not enough, it had to match the tastes of the owner perfectly. "Should all go well this year, their work will stay primarily within the city, and they proudly display the colors of our clan when on duty."

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America
The last half of that sentence gave him pause.

*When on duty... Though perhaps not when not on duty? ...Some neutral metalwork so as to allow more options to accessorize. Yellow and redder metals are more ornamental, but harder to match.*

More marks, and more notes, along with a few quick attempts at line work and patterns. A design was beginning to take shape in his mind, but he did not want to make it too concrete yet. The meeting was not yet over and to decide on a design before the commission was fully laid out would not do.

**"And are there any other specifications in mind, Utaku-sama?"** He said, placing his brush down form a little while so as to give the esteemed guest the attention she was due. **"I know that it can be difficult to convey in words, but if there is a motif or a message you wish to be included in the sword's design or within its nature, I would ask you do your best to share that with me now."**
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Nick
"A message . . . That of appreciation and value to how they enrich our clan and people with their presence." Kazuko was not known as the sentimental sort, but it could not be said she was anything but supremely loyal to the men and women under her care. She was not afraid to show that care and respect however she saw fit. "I have the more technical specifications written down."

After giving Daiki a parchment with details of length and other minutiae, she believed all matters were completed on her end of the negotiation. However, to ask with nothing to offer would make her a poor client indeed. "I thank you for honing your craft with such a blade for us. Of course, it would only be fair that such an endeavor be met by aid of our own. How may the Children of Shinjo aid you, Doji-san?"

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