<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fe/Bishi_samurai.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Akito</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://docs.google.com/document/d/16FthbqOIk5UoRl1J8YFPQLot7c2Kvsx8kDJ8n_JtuUE/edit</div></div><br/>“<em>Yata</em>,” Akito whispered softly.  Disappointed as he was that his mysterious guest had not chosen to stay the night, he'd caught her blush, and the particular quality of energy with which she fled.  The beautiful girl was clearly no more immune to his charms than he was to her grace and beauty.<br/><br/>Akito composed himself with a few deep breaths.  Then he knelt before the daisho stand.  For several moments he meditated upon what was to come.  He whispered prayers to the fortunes, the kami, and his ancestors.  He mediated upon the teachings of Tessen—strength to protect the innocent.  Masterless wave-men who found their duty in their ideals, not their lords.<br/><br/>With a final bow, he whispered a soft prayer—not to his direct ancestors—but to the founders of his school and the heroes of the Tessen who had died with honor since.<br/><br/>“i will not disappoint you.”<br/><br/>Akito rose and tucked the blades of a samurai—the blades of his grandfather—through his sash. Then he strode out of the room in search of his<em>sensei</em>.