Wayne
The little Scorpion sat quietly under the shade, a cup of tea in her hand. Her swords sat in a rack before her, the wood gleaming white where Yuto's notched sword had bitten deep into the saya. That had been a blow to take the head from an ox. It was a bold attempt, and she had been taken by surprise. If he'd had the nerve to follow through she would certainly have been defeated. 

Fortunately that was not the case, for she now sat here, while her fellow Scorpion had sulked off. 

Her arm was aching. The excitement of the matches had sent her blood racing through her body, and her tender muscles were not happy with this increase in blood pressure. She forced herself to ignore the discomfort as she watched the dancers perform out in the arena, celebrating Lady Amaterasu's ascension while the two ronin prepared for their duel. 

She was watching a woman across the ring. Wearing red hakama and a white top, the priestess was in one of the minor spots, but there was no mistaking the tilt of her head, the delicate features so like her own yet unmarred by poisoned bolt. Dark eyes stared out from behind a twisted-wire mask, watching Kaori in turn with a faint smile on her lips. Neither woman made any gesture, their communion all the more intimate for the silence. 

And then the spell was broken as a newcomer approached her. Kaori bit back the urge to snarl something rude, but there was no technical ban on samurai approaching the contestants.

*Truly the Fortunes are testing my patience today.* 

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Emily
Under the shade, Akechi, a seasoned Lion Clan samurai, observed the scene unfolding before him. His gaze swept over the serene Scorpion sitting with her cup of tea, her swords resting before her like silent sentinels. The glint of her weapons caught his eye, a testament to the intensity of the earlier match. He knew the Scorpion's cunning well, an artful dance of intrigue and deception. Yuto's bold move had caught her off guard, but her resilience had prevailed.

As the dancers twirled in the arena, Akechi's attention shifted to the scorpion. His trained eye detected the delicate nuances of their unspoken exchange, a silent connection that spoke of shared secrets and hidden intentions. The Lion samurai's own mask hid his thoughts, though the weight of his gaze betrayed his curiosity.

Inclining his head respectfully, Akechi approached the Scorpion with measured steps. "A splendid day to test one's mettle, wouldn't you agree?" He remarked, his voice carrying the pride and determination of his Lion heritage. His lion-motif armor gleamed in the sunlight, a symbol of his clan's unyielding strength.

"Forgive my intrusion, honored Scorpion," He continued, his tone respectful but tinged with a hint of playful camaraderie. "It is not often that fate brings together warriors of differing clans under such circumstances."

Akechi's gaze shifted to the ongoing ronin duel, his eyes reflecting the intense focus of a warrior assessing a battlefield. "The dance of blades is a reflection of our spirits, a testament to our unwavering dedication to honor and duty. A clash of ideologies, if you will."

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Wayne
"My ideology has always been the service of my Clan and the Son of Heaven," Kaori said, eyeing this newcomer sourly. She no longer wore a mask, and she had to be more careful of her facial expressions now that she was not shielded from the eyes of others. "I can see how that would run contrary to some." 

Her eyes were back on the ronin, but the implied subject could have been anyone. "I did not know that the Lion encouraged poetry among their warriors. My own tastes have run to prose, but the tongue is a sword as well that should be honed by careful study, isn't it?" 

She cocked her head, indicating his armor. "I am surprised that you are not competing, but perhaps you are more comfortable with other competitions?" 

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Emily
Akechi inclined his head respectfully, acknowledging Kaori's words with a hint of admiration. "Indeed, the path of loyalty and service to one's Clan and the Emperor is a noble one, and it is a testament to your unwavering dedication," He replied, his tone reflecting his appreciation for her steadfast commitment.

He observed her keenly as she mentioned the intricacies of spoken and written word. "Ah, a wise perspective, Scorpion-san," He remarked, a faint glimmer of a smile touching his lips. "The brush may capture the beauty of thoughts, but the spoken word can ignite the flames of passion or forge bonds of camaraderie. Just as a blade requires training, so too does the tongue."

Akechi's eyes followed Kaori's gaze back to the ronin, his expression thoughtful. "We are all players in this grand spectacle," He mused. "And like the ronin before us, we all strive to prove our worth and leave our mark upon the pages of history."

At her mention of his armor, Akechi's armor-clad shoulders shifted subtly. "You have a keen eye, Scorpion-san," He acknowledged with a light chuckle. "While I have chosen not to partake in this particular contest, my skill in the arena of combat is not to be underestimated. There are many ways to demonstrate one's prowess, and today, my focus is on judging these exchanges and forging connections rather than engaging in duels."

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Wayne
"Then the tongues of those around us must be sharp indeed," The Scorpion smirked. She was tempted to say more, but she did not want to undermine Yuto's efforts to bring harmony between their clans. So she changed the subject. "I've seen the Mantis's ronin in action before. She's a dangerous fighter, and if she can conquer a Crane she has a future ahead of her. Are the Lion scouting mates for their ashigaru? She could make a good wife for one of your loyal warriors." 

Flicking back her hair Kaori added, "Her defeat of the son of Kakita should serve to multiply her value to your clan no? Does your family of Akodo not stand in long contempt of Kakita and his scions?" 

She sipped her tea and glanced back across the crowd, but her sister had vanished already. 

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Emily
Akechi's gaze remained fixed on the Scorpion, his expression stoic yet observant. "Indeed, the Mantis ronin's prowess is undeniable," He replied with a hint of admiration. "And her victory over a Crane is a testament to her skill and determination. As for the Lion, we do seek strong and capable companions for our ashigaru. But I refrain myself as much as possible in regards to marital matters. I am simply one of the judges of todays contest."

"As for the son of Kakita," Akechi continued, his voice steady, "Our sentiments towards the Crane have been shaped by generations of history. Their 'elegant' ways often contrast with our own, but we didn't come to these lands to argue over said history."

He took a sip of his own tea, noticing the scorpion gaze wandering about. His eyes briefly scanning the surroundings. "Looking for something?" He said curiously. 

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Wayne
*The only living person I love.* 

"Just a face I thought I knew," The Scorpion lied. She gave up scanning for Saori and glanced up at the Lion. "Your clan came to this city for a far nobler purpose. I had the honor of being chosen to bear the gift your delegation presented to my clan's representative—it seems like ages ago—and I have never handled an odachi of finer quality. The edge could draw blood from the wind and the balance is marvelous. The maker must be respected indeed. Sadly I cannot wield it in my current state, but I hope to set it to its intended purpose by summer's end." 

She grinned viciously. "Perhaps you will be at my side, putting that armor to proper use."

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Emily
Akechi's gaze met the Scorpion's with a measured intensity, acknowledging her words. "It warms my heart to hear that our gift has found a worthy wielder," He replied with a respectful nod. "Craftsmanship is a testament to the dedication and skill of our artisans, and it is a pleasure to know that it will serve its purpose under your care."

Akechi's lips quirked into a faint smile as he responded to her playful challenge. "Should the fates align and bring us to the same battlefield, I would consider it an honor to fight alongside you." His voice held a hint of camaraderie, despite the underlying tension between their clans.

"Although admittedly, I only wear this armor during special occasions — usually I prefer battling in something more flexible."

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Wayne
"Then let us hope it is sooner than later," Kaori said. Her black eyes narrowed as she looked across at the Unicorn contingent. "They would defy the will of the Son of Heaven, and that is not something either of us can stomach. I have crossed swords with your clan before, Lion, and I know your warriors are brave. Together the milk-drinkers would have no chance, and their blasphemy would be swiftly punished."

She glanced at the gently swaying tassel that hung from her sword hilt. "It is a shame that the Unicorn could not send anyone of skill to this tournament. I would have enjoyed drawing their blood in a public display. Something small but telling... It would be satisfying indeed, a strong statement to bring into the summer of strife we anticipate. What do you think? Would this not be a grand stage for such drama?" 

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Scott
Adohiro heard about the spectator stand being busy. He remember there might have been some kind of tournament but he couldn't remember which one exactly. There had been several this month so it was hard to keep track of them all. He couldn't remember the reason there was such thing going on but he decided to check it out. Giving a small yawn he made his way as he tried to look presentable. He gives a look around wondering who to approach. Curious, he approached the first person he saw, Kaori. "Hello scorpion-San." He greeted giving a look around for the others. It seems there was a few people here as he didn't know how to interact with the fellows there.
Wayne
Black eyes cut to the side as the strange boy approached. He was no warrior, but surely he could respect the dueling tournament? "Crane-san," She said shortly. "Come to measure me for my prize already?" Her cup rose to her lips once more. Tori made a move towards the teapot but was stopped by a single gesture from her mistress. Kaori did not wish to experience a pressing need before she stepped into the finals.
Scott
He gives a glance over at Kaori seing the dark eyed scorpion. She did looked interesting and he glanced at the cop she had. He soon heard her mention him and asking if he was going to measure for her prize. Thinking it might be interesting and fun, he gives a nod. "Oh sure, Scorpion San. I am Daidoji Adohiro by the way." He greeted giving a respective bow. He had no plans so he could do this right now He was wondering if he could get a prize. He wondered what it was, it might be good to show his skills to those around him. It would make the crane look good too possibly.
Wayne
"I have met you before, Daidoji-san," Kaori sighed, inclining her head. She peered about, hoping to see other Crane heading their way. No such luck. Her arm throbbed again, and she had to remind herself that she had more important things to worry about than one Crane. Down below in the arena, the fan dancers continued to while away the time before the next match.
Emily
Akechi's gaze remained unyielding, his demeanor composed as he absorbed Kaori's words. "Indeed, the defiance of the Son of Heaven's will is a matter that cannot be tolerated. The path to unity requires a commitment to honor and tradition, even amidst the storm of conflicting ambitions."

He acknowledged her assessment of his clan's warriors with a subtle nod. "Your words hold truth. Our strength is undeniable, and together, we would stand as an unwavering force against those who dare challenge the order that binds us."

Akechi's eyes glinted with a thoughtful gleam as he responded to her proposition. "Openly admitting to wanting bloodshed, that's the first I've heard from Scorpion being so discrete about it. Although, a public display of strength and resolve has its merits, especially in these times of uncertainty. A statement carved in the theater of combat can resonate far beyond the battlefield. However, let us not lose sight of the broader goal – to forge alliances and foster understanding. Our actions should serve to strengthen the foundation of unity, rather than fuel the flames of enmity."

He concluded with a respectful nod, "Plus getting bloodstains off my clothing is a real pain." The samurai said sarcastically, proceeding to ignore the presence of the crane that had newly arrived.
Wayne
"I want the blood of any who would dare to challenge the Scorpion's right to this city," The little Scorpion said coldly. "The Unicorn have the *Nerve* To camp outside my home and claim that they should have it because... Why? That we should just hand it over because they ask with a dagger in hand? It is not the steel or the honeyed tongue, but the braying demands of a spoilt child that offends the ears of everyone nearby. I think they have been indulged too long by their betters." 

Her eyes flicked to the Crane momentarily. "But what does a mere sword know of the matters of high courts?" 

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Emily
Akechi's gaze held a steady intensity as he listened to the Scorpion's words, acknowledging the depth of her resolve. "Your passion for defending your clan's claim is admirable. The strength of conviction is a trait that can shape the destiny of clans and forge a legacy that withstands the test of time."

He took a moment to digest the conflict between the Unicorn, his expression thoughtful. "The ways of diplomacy and honor are often overshadowed by the bluster of those who wield power carelessly. It is a delicate balance to maintain composure when faced with such challenges. But remember, the path of a true leader lies not only in the blade's edge but also in the wisdom to discern when to strike and when to hold." He said regarding the teachings of one of his old masters he found profoundly accurate.

Akechi's voice remained composed as he addressed the matter of the Crane's presence. "Though a sword may be a symbol of strength and a guardian of honor, it also embodies the ideals of justice and the weight of responsibility. High courts may navigate intricate webs of politics, but a sword knows the value of steadfastness and loyalty, traits shared by warriors regardless of clan."

"Well — that's my interpretation of it anyways, but who is a swordsman to dwell into such political intricacies that's usually delegated to a Magistrate. We're trained to eliminate our foes swiftly, with no regards to their welfare." He chuckled slightly realizing the irony, in his lifetime he'd try to avoid political scandals as it was too messy for even the likes of him to indulge.

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Wayne
"Words are empty without a sword behind them," Kaori said smugly. "I am that sword. When my ambassador speaks, he will be heeded, he will be respected. And if anyone is so foolish as to disregard him... That is what I am for. I do not expect many challenges to his honor when my left hand has brought me to the apex of a Crane's tournament." 

She flexed her left hand absently. "But I can always hope that there are those foolish enough to ignore the evidence of their own eyes." 

When she shifted her hand she noticed a stray thread. Lifting her arm with a frown she saw that one of the cuts she'd avoided before now had been closer than she'd supposed—a fine slit ran along her sleeve nearly to the wrist hem. Now who had managed that? Her mind flew back, but none of the qualifying matches had been interesting enough to remember... She glanced to her servant, who promptly scurried off. "Mmm," She murmured. "That is a shame. I liked this top." 

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Emily
Akechi's gaze met Kaori's with a blend of respect and understanding, his voice carrying a weight of agreement. "Once again your dedication is evident. The strength of your resolve and your mastery of the sword complement each other well."

He inclined his head slightly as he continued, his words thoughtful. "Challenges to honor must be met with conviction, whether through the blade or through the eloquence of words."

As Kaori examined the slit in her sleeve, Akechi's eyes briefly followed her gaze. "The threads of fate often weave unexpected outcomes," He mused, acknowledging the imperfections that occasionally mark even the most skillful of warriors. "Yet, it is these small reminders that keep us ever vigilant and striving for perfection in both combat and diplomacy."

At the mentioned of her top the Lion gazed focused on the piece of clothing, "I concur, it compliments your beauty nicely." 

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Scott
He gives a nod hearing they had seen him before. "Oh we have?" He asked. He gives a glance at the arena wondering when the next match would start. "Who do you think will win?" He asked wondering if they knew at all. He would hear the long boring talk of what the sword symbolized. Giving a glance at those around he decided whatever he was going yo say was dumb so he decided to keep quiet. He rather buy make an embarrassment of himself truthfully. He gives a glance down at the stands as he listened to them talk about politics. He heard about the thread of fate as be glanced over. "I guess we all have a thread of fate." He spoke agreeing with the sentiment.
Wayne
"It is two ronin competing, so who cares?" Kaori flicked a finger contemptuously. Tori reappeared, holding a long piece of silk rope and a small handful of rings. There was a tense moment of silence as the Scorpion stared at her servant. Tori blushed and bowed still lower, Eventually the fierce black eyes relented, and Kaori held out her left arm straight. Moving quickly and carefully, Tori began to weave the cord around her mistress's forearm, using the rings to act as anchors between loops. 

One familiar with Mantis decorative knotwork might think it was a varient of the art, wrapping and securing the woman's long sleeve about her forearm in a way that not only decorated in a pleasing way but provided a very small measure of protection against glancing cuts. 

Her eyes cut back up to the Lion. "You have the beginnings of eloquence yourself, Lion-san. Do you intend then to enter the games of court when this summer has passed? Or do you merely intend to flatter me? Either way, do not cease in your purpose." 

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Emily
Kaori raised an eyebrow, a faint glint of amusement in his golden eyes. "Don't undermine the dance of steel that unfolds even among two ronin. For within the clash of blades, the echoes of their struggle resonate through the very heart of Bushido. Their rivalry, insignificant as it may seem, mirrors the eternal battle within every samurai's soul."

He observed Tori's deft fingers at work, a hint of approval in his demeanor. "Your servant's hands possess a grace akin to a masterful calligrapher's brushstrokes, weaving not only silk but the threads of loyalty and devotion that bind you."

Akechi's lips curled into a subtle smile, his voice carrying the weight of a seasoned warrior. "As for the art of courtly games, a lion does not shy away from such pursuits. Whether flattery or earnest admiration, my purpose remains unwavering, to honor your presence."

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Wayne
"She is most attentive," Kaori said cheerfully. "I certainly have not found fault with her. We have traveled a long way, and I do not see us parting ways anytime soon."

She flexed her arm to test the knotwork. Satisfied, she nodded and the servant silently withdrew. "You may continue to compliment, Lion," She preened. "If your sword is as quick then we shall make short work of any who stand before us. When the games of Winter Court begin I hope that amiable spirit does not wither with the leaves. But your poetry is wasted on ronin. Two tigers may shake the earth with their battle, but their deeds are as waves upon the rocks of the Great Clans."

She shrugged. "It is still fun to watch, at any rate."

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Emily
Akechi's lips curved into a wry smile, his eyes locked onto Kaori's as if they held a secret understanding. "Indeed, a servant's loyalty is a treasure beyond measure. A reflection of the unyielding bond between master and retainer, a unity that shapes the destiny of clans and empires alike."

As he witnessed her approving nod and the silent retreat of her servant, Akechi's gaze held a touch of admiration. "The silk threads that adorned your arm shall serve as a reminder, a testament to the strength that lies within the careful hands that fashioned it. Just as the Lion's blade stands ready to carve a path through adversity, so shall our shared purpose lead us through the trials of Winter Court."

Akechi's voice carried the resonance of his Lion pride, yet a hint of playful amusement danced in his words. "Fear not, for my sword seeks not only to strike swiftly but also to honor the ancient art of our ancestors. As for the poetry of battles between Ronin, you speak truth. While their struggles may stir the sands, the legacy of the Clans is an ocean that shapes the very tides of Rokugan."

With a knowing glint in his eyes, Akechi's tone turned thoughtful. "Yet amidst the waves and tempests, there lies an allure in the spectacle, a reminder of the untamed spirit that courses through the heart of our realm. And in that wild dance, even lions and tigers may find a shared rhythm, if only for a fleeting moment."

"It may also be true for lions and scorpions, but I've yet to experience such an occasion." He suggested in a flirtatious manner for his last statement. 

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Wayne
*Bold, Lion, very bold.* 

Should she tell him? Did he already know? Had he heard the story of the twin Scorpion who delivered the heads of the Damasu brothers to their father's feet? Or were the small tragedies of his vassal families beyond his interest? Surely he was old enough, she and her sister had perpetrated this vengeance shortly before their genpukku. 

It could be that he hadn't realized the priestess was her sister. She and Saori were seldom seen publicly together. If her twin had walked up at that moment it would almost certainly have jogged his memories. 

She knew there were those who found such deeds to be a more potent aphrodisiac than any musk, but the Lion didn't seem to be so crooked of mind. 

"The point is well made," She said. "And I shall bow to it. There is no finer art than in the struggle, breath for breath, body and soul together united in singular purpose, locked in perfect harmony with another worthy." 

A smile touched her lips. She didn't mind flirting in front of the Crane, the poor boy probably wouldn't know flirting if she... Her smile broadened briefly at her inner dialogue. 

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Emily
As Akechi, the Lion samurai, stood amidst the scorpion, his eyes keenly observant and his presence exuding an aura of both strength and playfulness. Thinking about the history between both the renowned clans, recalling a subtle story that intrigue the lion samurai back many years. A story that showed the vicious cycle that was revenge — a sensation that the Lion himself wasn't liberated from, despite having suppressed it for many years. That's a story for another time.

A faint smile graced his lips, a glint of admiration in his eyes. "Your insight into the harmony that unite us rings true, for it is in the crucible of shared struggle that bonds are forged, unbreakable and resolute. To stand alongside a worthy companion, united in body and spirit, is to partake in a dance of destiny itself."

His gaze met hers, a subtle nod acknowledging the playful exchange that had transpired. "I wonder, could I consider myself as one of those worthy companions?"

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Scott
Adohiro would look on to the tournament hearing the chitter chatter of the people around here. He wished he could participated but he doubted he could anyways. He seemed lost in thought as he watched the match. He gives as small yawn as he would glance at those present. "I wonder if I can compete." He spoke wondering. He doubted so but it would be quite fun. He did wonder if there was any way he could compete but probably not. 

When he did hear flirting, he didn't think it was exactly flirting, oh well. He always thought flirting was more direct than subtle. He decided to watch the pair and all.
Wayne
"If you are half as swift and sure with your sword as you seem to think you are then you would always have a place in my ranks," Kaori said with a straight face. "A clever tongue can only bring you so far, Lion-san. Perhaps when my arm is mended we will test your skills in a less public venue. I don't like showing off for crowds, I am here by orders of my clan." 

She shrugged. "And you will have me at a severe disadvantage, since I will be seeing *Nothing* Of your skill today. A shame you had to don the armor today or we might see just what sort of a warrior you are. Another time perhaps." 

He didn't seem to know or care about her history with his clan, which was fine with her. It had been impressed on her that she could not make a habit of beheading Lion samurai, and she had taken the warning to heart. 

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Emily
"Scorpion-san," Akechi's voice resonated with respect, his lion-emblazoned armor gleaming in the sunlight. "Your words hold the weight of truth, and I acknowledge the wisdom within them. A warrior's path is one of action, not mere words, and I welcome the prospect of proving my mettle."

His gaze met hers, a silent promise etched in his eyes. "Whenever you desire, wherever destiny may lead us, our blades shall converse in a dance known only to those who embrace the way of the sword."

Akechi's lips quirked beneath his helm, a faint trace of a smile hidden behind his face. "Though today's armor stands in the way, fear not, for a time shall come when the armor is but a memory, you'll get to see for yourself the kind of warrior I am."

With a respectful nod, he concluded, "Until that moment graces our path, may our commitment bind us, Scorpion-san."

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