<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/>That night, after consulting with his uncle and grandfather, Akito strode back upstairs to the now shutting down kitchen.<br/><br/>He took a good pot and packed it with a bag of rice, a packet of smoked fish and pickled vegetables, a case of spices.  He packed a few wooden bowls and pairs of chop sticks into a little case with his sake cup, adding a bottle of water and a bottle of sake.<br/><br/>Heading back to his room. He wrapped his daisho into a clean pair of blankets and a long tatemi mat.  He set out a clean kimono, hakima, and obi, with a pair of socks and a loincloth—campaign two extras of the last into his travel pack with the other things so far.  He stashed some zeni and bu into a coin purse, while hiding his precious golden koku in the bottom of his travel pack.  A straw cloak and hat—the second of which could pass for a basket—were set out ofr the joiney as well.<br/><br/>Lastely, his favorite paper lantern on a walking staff—the light he used when on patrol.<br/><br/>Nodidng in satisfaciton, Akito closed up the traveling pack and lay down.  He spent some time mediating on life, death, and duty, before slipping into a deep sleep to awaken at first light.<br/><br/>Then he cleaned himself thorougly, dressed, gathered his things, and strode up to meet the geisha.  Beneath the cloak, his fan and well ballanced dagger were tucked through his obi, along with his purse and a little pouch with a tinder box and roll of leather twine.