(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/akikobanner.jpg) (http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/akiko.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=22690.msg912847#msg912847">Quote from: Haibane on 02-11-2008, 02:26:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Takeshita-san, tell me, how old do you think I am? You can take a guess out loud, I won't be offended."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I don't know, Sensei," Akiko responded quietly, looking thoughtful, "You look like you're, like, twenty-eight?*"<br/><br/>She held out the paper with her notes to the woman, wondering if she'd take it and look. She was quite sure there was no way that the sensei could have see what she did with the tightly folded slip of paper that was a good ways lodged in her sleeve, irretrievable without removing her jacket and blouse both. Her uncle had taught her how to use her hands to confuse opponents, including both hiding things on her person, as well as producing weapons quickly, should need be.<br/><br/>Her uncle was the head of the family, but considered himself unworthy of that title. Instead, he'd chosen to move to Hawaii, obtaining dual-citizenship in the United States, and handbuild a dojo for teaching the local Japanese population. He left his parents in control of the family in Japan, wielding somewhat signifigant political power and wealth both from the penthouse apartments and offices of their high-class hotel chain.