No one dared to break the silence during the long walk back to the castle. Shirome watched the other assassin's disperse from the three. Shinji Yoshina, and herself entered the castle. The dark, smooth wooden flooring grabbed her attention, along with their footsteps echoing through the unoccupied castle. The bright lighting reflected the walls' beauty, but the absence of others gave Shirome an uncomfortable vibe, sending chills through her body and perking goosebumps on her skin. She could hear her own footsteps become louder. The anticipation struck her. The butterflies swarmed her, and the Door approached her. Yoshina smiled at the young overwhelmed initiate, before sliding the door open.<br/><br/>Her damped white robes, dripped the last of what was left of the initiation with the wooden floor absorbing some of its residue. The room remained silent, but Shirome's mind thought otherwise. A bow came from Shirome out of respect, while Hiroshi was the first to speak out of everyone. "<span style="font-style: italic">Yoshina, it's so good to see you again... Who's this?</span>"<br/><br/>"I am glad you could make it Ketto and<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>is the new member of the order Shirome, of Mikawa." Yoshina said with the a smile.<br/><br/>Shirome bowed to the others welcoming her into the order and her eyes turned to Yoshina to hear her speak.<br/><br/>"This is Ketto, Hiroshi a promising brother who's loyalty show's through his desire hard work and skills. He's been helpful with other initiates, even with the short time he has been around here. You could thank his father for that. Hitasune, Hoshi; She's quite the swordsman, with her skills with the Naginata, and Katana. The discipline and knowledge she has throughout the order makes her a reliable sister. Hiraoka, Yura displays fine agility, and acrobatics. Making her a reliable asset to the order. And here we have Yoshida Katsu. His experience with the Wakazashi, Katana and has even practice with the Kama. His experience in and outside the order, makes him a role model towards other initiates. "<br/><br/>Shirome bowed after Yoshina's words. The paper filled door slid open, averting Shinji's, Yoshina's and Shirome's attention. His bright robes, showed it's graceful and sleek design, while his face was concealed behind his mask. A formal bow came from him, while his words whispered to Yoshina's ears. A quick nod was her response before she smiled at the others.<br/><br/>"Now will be the perfect time to work on some training, Shinji... stay with the others to train... Something has come up so if you'll excuse me. " She left without another word, while the Masked assassin, Takumi tossed Shirome a Hakama.<br/><br/>"It would better wearing something.... dry." he said as he left behind Yohsina.<br/><br/>Shirome watched her mentor leave the dojo before turning her attention forward. The small statue still carried the smells of incense, and the barely lit room grew silent again. She caught the clothes given to her, burning her sight at another change in clothing. Another nuisance that needed to be taken care of. The weapon rack at the opposite end of the room attracted her attention as she walked over to it. The absence of steel wasn't a surprise. All of the weapons were made of wood with them represented a variety of weapons such as the Wakazishi, Kama, Naginata and the famous Katana. The weapon that struck her the most was one she rigorously practiced with. The Kusarigama. The wooden weapon, was equipped with a chain and a weighted cloth to prevent injury. Her hands gripped the sickle with her right and the chain with her left, testing its weight. A hand gripped her shoulder, making the smile on her face fade.<br/><br/>"I suggest you change, before experimenting with such weaponry." Shinji said with a smirk.<br/><br/>The wakazashi was in his possession helping him keep the smirk on his face. His eagerness to help the order caused him to become distracted on the delay. On the other hand, the young initiate struggled to to put her Hakama behind the small Shoji, tugging, and pulling the clothing together. At least practice could have helped take their minds off of the huge delay.