<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/>“Thanks oba-chan,” Akito replied to the older woman who wasn't—strictly speaking—his aunt.<br/><br/>He suspected she never was sure whether to accept the diminutive as affectionate or insist on proper respect, but on some level she saw him—a man with ronin blood and warrior's training—as above her in the social hierarchy.  Sometimes it occurred to him that he'd picked up a lot of habits from the people in his life having that issue, but he didn't particularly want to change.<br/><br/>A fine knife slashes deftly through the greens as he spoke.  “Was she distressed?  Most girls like that have a protector....”<br/><br/>The tessen warrior slipped aside the chopped greens and called one of the employees over. He gave some quick instructions while cleaning the knife and replacing it in the block.  He continued while doffing his apron and cleaning his hands.<br/><br/>Then—with metal fan and dagger tucked through the obi of his sturdy hakima and kimono, Akito slipped out of the kitchen and too the small private dining room he'd been directed too.  Upon noting the sapphire eyed beauty with the raven black highlights in what seemed to be her real hair, Akitlo blushed softly as he sat on his knees across from her.<br/><br/>“How may I help you, Giesha-san?”