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The sun set where it was known for rising, Nihon/Japan and the streets of Mikawa populated with bright, and upbeat civilians, celebrating the one they follow; Ieyasu Tokugawa, A man even Shirome knew about. She kept a subtle smile on her face, while standing among the crowd. She placed her hands the bright, silk, Kimono that flowed with the winds of Japan. Its design may have been admire by others due to its showcase of Japans beauty, but her care for the subtle pink sakura blossoms on her kimono, was faint. It was the subtle plucks of the [shimasen], and the high pitch sounds of the [shakuhachi] that perked her interest. Every note played by these instruments soothed the eardrum. The people in the streets of Mikawa surely showed their love for the great Ieyasu Tokugawa, through this celebration.

The natural light from the moon above, shined towards the citizens below as the music, clapping and cheering began to fade into the midst of the dark. It was a beautiful display even for the roughest of times. Shirome walked through the streets when a sudden craving for food entered her mind, and affected her belly. The local vendor making [Yakitori] caught her attention. The spices from the grilled chicken loitered into her nostrils causing her eyes to close. It was a smell she could savor for hours.

Can I help you?" The vendor said with a raised eyebrow.
Shirome pointed towards the food ahead. "How much is that?"

The vendor flashed a couple of coins to show the price of the food, and to her luck. She had enough money. She reached into her Kimono to grab the little money she had, giving the coins needed to bye a few sticks and a smile covered her face once she acquired the food. "Thank you..." She said taking the food made for her.

The night has been treating her well, especially with the food she had at hand. Every bite she took from her meal, admire its tendernous. Her mouth filled with joy every time she took a bite in her meal. Her stomach filled with warmth and food once she was done, and now her mind was focused on the road ahead.

The heat took a toll on Shirome's skin, and the more her mind concentrating on the weather, the more she would sweat. Luckily, The kimono she was wearing concealed any signs of her sweat. The heat from the cooking vendors, died down and the streets of Mikawa became less crowded. Her eyes focused towards the small castle ahead. And a man in wearing a traditional Kimono, approached Shirome with a subtle bow, “Greetings Shirome. I am glad to see that you have returned.” Katsuyori said towards her.

“I am glad to be back. It has been a long day.” She said placing her hands in front of her bowing back towards the man.

Katsuyori beckoned the young woman to follow, and thus began walking after she bowed towards him again. Such formality coming from herself felt uncomfortable at first, even with the clothes she had on felt out of place for herself. Her steps were limited with the Geta she was wearing and the struggle to keep up with Katsuyori continued. “Slow down...” she thought to her self. Whatever her mentor taught her came down to the halls ahead. Her eyes often drifted off towards, the beautiful sight ahead, while faint sighs left her. She never even thought of stepping into such a wealthy building such as this. “ How was is this a hideout?” She thought to herself as she continued to follow her elder ahead. A subtle scowl came from her face when she smelt subtle ingredients from afar, the irritating smell reminded her of the old woman caring for the orphanage she grew up in. All of the incense that were lit around their for religious reasons made her nose turn , but the scowl on her face faded when Katsuyori looked back at her with a smile. All of these traditional customs just for an initiation went over her head. Was all of this even necessary? Katsuyori bowed to Shirome once again, before sliding the door for her. Shirome returned her bow once again before turning her attention towards everyone. The smile soon faded, when she bowed towards her elders ahead. The table in front of her was well prepared with tea, while everyone got up and returned Shirome’s bow. All of the preparation for the now, made her stomach fill with butterflies. Her borrowed kimono caused her to shift awkwardly around, while the elders often eyed the improper woman. The room did fill with conversation, but her own voice was silent. While drinking the tea offered to her. Her eyes still wondered around the room, watching the murals along the door, and even the little statue, that was surrounded by her best friends… Incense.

Shirome's mentor, Yoshina smiled at her young pupil ahead. “Shirome, you have shown your skills and abilities through the countless training that you’ve overcome. You also lack the discipline, and maturity that is needed to be an assassin of Mikawa, But with the training you have ahead of yourself. You will become a fine assassin.” She said to only Shirome’s ears. Her hands left her pupil’s before walking towards the other elders. It was then Avao approached Shirome, with a box carved with the creed’s logo.

“Shirome. Assassin’s from generation to generation had an initiation for the up and coming, and in this day in age. We shall follow the footsteps of our ancestors.”

The blazing fire near the statue now caught Shirome’s attention and her nerves increased. Avao, the Portugal mentor, opened the case revealing the branded tongues. It was at that sight that caused her nerves to peak.

Avao:“Where other men and women blindly follow the truth, remember..”
Shirome: “Nothing is true.”
Avao:“Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember”
Shirome:“Everything is Permitted.”
Avao:“We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassin’s.”

Avao gently grabbed Shirome’s left finger, while the tongue hovered over the fire. She kept her eyes open, while her breathing heavied, Though it was exciting to become an Assassin, the brand was the part she yearned for. Avao pressed the tongues along her fingers, making Shirome bite her own lip and her eyes scrunched while she waited for the brand to make a seal. The seal of an assassin.

“Welcome to the order… Sister.” Avao said with a smile.

Yoshina walked over with another case, and this time Shirome smiled. It was the weapon given to every assassin among the order. A hidden blade.

“Let us go get you changed.” Yoshina said guiding Shirome to a private room.

Her loose small, and sleeveless Kimono showed the mark of an assassin. The small , and subtle armor, often hidden other samurai armor, was now hidden under her sleeveless kimono, and the cowl, or hood concealed her face to hide her identity from others. She was now an Assassin of Mikawa, and it there was only one task bestowed for her.

“Come Shirome.” Yoshina said, grabbing her arm.

The task slipped from her mind… and curiosity filled it while she followed her mentor to the rooftops. It wasn't until she reached the top when she figured the last part of the initiation.

“This was the same spot I took my leap of faith… My how I remember it…” Yoshina said to her self.

Shirome let out a sigh, before looking ahead. Maybe it wasn't the right time to not look down, because that's where she was headed. Her eyes looked to see the deep fall with water being the only thing that could break her fall. Her arm’s spread to prepare her self for a long, treacherous dive, or leap. Her body lent forward, while her stomach swarmed with butterflies. Her breathing felt impossible to control, until she refrained from it altogether. Her eyes closed, and seconds, her body submerged into the water completing the leap of faith. Shinji, and others ran towards their new sister, with a few pats on her shoulders. It was good to see another assassin join the order.

“Let us meet with the others, looks like we have much to discuss.” Shinji said patting Shirome on the back. looks like we have much to discuss.” Shinji said patting Shirome on the back.

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The others still hadn't arrived yet, and it had Hiroshi pacing the room back and forth. If there was anything he wasn't used to, it was sitting around waiting for long periods of time like this. Avao had talked about an initiation that was happening today, Hiroshi assumed that was the hold up. While Hiroshi's patience was running thin, he didn't dare show a sign of it, not while he was in the presence of men and women who fought for such a divine cause. Still, he continued to pace back and forth, waiting was certainly not one of Hiroshi's strong suits. Even now he felt like he should be doing something. Still, other figures in the room were present. Perhaps they were thinking similar thoughts. Or maybe the exact opposite.

Mikawa was the name of this strange city. At least, to Hiroshi it was. He spent many years as a child living in a place far away from public areas and common travelling paths. Later on, he learned that it was all for the order, however it always made interacting with people on large scales somewhat odd. Hiroshi would never let go of how difficult it was to blend in with crowds for the longest time. He was able to leap off of buildings into bales of hay before he was able to remain undetected. After so long, he learned a thing or two and succeeded, it was an Assassin's most crucial skill, after all.

Still, even thoughts about the good old days didn't solve much. Hiroshi yearned to be out there making a difference. It went without saying that he was happy to have another member of the brotherhood, but the waiting was abysmal to him. Just as he was about to sigh, his attention was grabbed when two figures entered the room. Yoshina, a different known assassin, and someone else entirely that he'd never seen. He assumed she was the new initiate.

Hiroshi held back saying something blunt like 'finally' and instead expressed his happiness with a pleased exhale. "Yoshina, it's so good to see you again." Hiroshi said, more or less out of respect, though she also a fine assassin as well. "Who's this?" He asked, referring to the new initiate.

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They waited. Inside the rice paper walls of the common area, a few silhouettes sat silent or paced the time away. They waited for a new Brother, a formal term, one that did not encompass the initiate's gender at all. Even though it had not been explicitly stated, the initiates knew that another would be joining them. The absent minded business the few Masters and both Mentors had been engaged in was evidence enough for that, to those that paid attention to such things. Others had cottoned on to the event when the ceremonial pool had been checked over and filled fully, instead of it's usual three quarters state.

Silence reigned for a while, no one spoke or muttered to themselves. The only sound was the gentle, rhythmitic step of Brother Hiroshi's boots. Hours passed until the moment came, the subdued splash that marked the passage of another into their extended family. One of the Portugese Masters had told her that such a ceremony in their land was reserved for when the initiate had completed their training. He had neglected to tell her why it was different here, but different it was.

Standing from her place on the wicker mat she called her bed when here, Hitasune faced the door in equal parts anticipation and irritation. She was eager to meet her new 'Brother', yet irritated at this blatant differentiation from the norm. It rubbed against all of her training and upbringing to treat most of these people as equals. The vast majority were not Samurai, but according to the Creed they lived by here, they were just as worthy as she. That had been difficult to fully appreciate.

When the two Assassins entered, it was immediately clear who the initiate was. The slip of a girl, barely into adulthood, still dripping from her late night dip into her new life, being led to them by Shinji. A peasant, likely from the city itself. She banished that thought with a quick shake of her head before advancing to greet her new Sister. Giving a slight, yet still formal bow whilst crossing her right arm across her chest met that requirement. A verbal acknowledgement followed, the murmured 'Sister' carrying to it's intended recipient easily.

"Welcome to the Brotherhood."


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Katsu sat in silent prayer, one of the silent members of the brother hood. Although he had come as a samurai, he did not feel that this order was beneath him. In fact, he viewed his brothers and sisters as equals. Their skills were satisfactory for the brotherhood; a few exemplary and with practice, they were all improving, that is the mark of a true samurai, to continually strive toward excellence. One knows he will never achieve perfection, but constantly working hard while seeking excellence is a necessity to keep the tip of the spear honed to an exacting sharpness.

Several members sat with him, including Hoshi Hitasune who appeared to be restless and fidgety. If Katsu were not deep in a trance, he would tell her to allow her spirit to sink deep into a meditative state. It was the easiest way to endure times when one's patience was being tested. Besides, interfacing with the Shinto Gods on this level was the best. It helped to cleanse the soul and spirit of impurities. Katsu used this time to mentally rehearse the minor details of each movement of his martial prowess armed and unarmed. His body, perfectly motionless, but a battle raged in his mind as he slashed, parried, spun, thrust, side kicked, front kicked, round kicked and axe kicked. He executed flawless running side kicks in his mind and practiced the jab, cross, hook, upper cut, hammer fist, palm heal strike and asundry other movements with and without kamas. It was as though he were rehearsing, training his body, while clad in a dark blue silk kimono.

Katsu was at peace with his body, his mind and his soul. He felt that he was in the best shape of his life and enjoyed where he was. He appreciated the camaraderie at the Mikawa Assassin's dojo. Although, he would not permit himself to become complacent. He sought challenges to help him further his progression toward enlightenment.

Nothing or no one could break Katsu's focus. Not even pacing Hiroshi Ketto, another who could learn about meditation. With eyes closed, Katsu Yoshida knew the location of every brother and sister in the room. He was tracking their movements based on their sounds alone, aware of their breathing, their heart rate and their states of mind.

When two new people entered the room, Katsu opened his eyes. He identified Yoshina as a member of the order. He assumed the other young woman was the new initiate to the brotherhood. At six feet tall, Katsu may have been the tallest members. He slowly rose to his feet when the young women entered and bowed out of respect. He clasped his hands in front of him and waited to be invited to the initiation ceremony.

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Yura had been sat down cross-legged patiently waiting for what felt like more than just a few hours now, and time was still dragging forever onwards. Others were either sat down upon the floor like herself, pacing around the room like Hiroshi or in one case practising in the same room as the others. A small smile of happiness drew itself across her face, such people were trained killers and assassins with little in the manner of equals throughout the known world yet they were still people. And she was one of them. From a trainee spy and informant to an assassin that could topple empires...though the empire toppling was a little...far into the future.

For attire she herself was clad in a long sleeved kimono that was a vibrant shade of yellow, much akin to a Marigold flower in bloom. Perhaps a far cry from the other colours of kimono present in the room, that were worn by her fellow brothers and assassins. Though, most of the other brothers were not just sat upon the floor, reading.

Looking up and down at the rice paper walls of the common area where she and the other brothers where located, she did nothing other than think about whatever may happen next. Perrhaps they would just stay here the rest of the day, practising and meditating upon events and learned techniques. Returning her gaze to the literature she held in her hands, she continued to read what she had started to read a few moments ago. She found it rather fascinating, then again she found most literature interesting and worthy of a few hours of her time.

When two new people entered the room, Yura looked up from her reading material. She recognised Shinji among the pair of new people. And she just assumed the young woman with him was the new initiate to the brotherhood. She didn't exactly look like much, then again, the saying was always that you must watch out for people like that. Slowly and deliberately, she stood up from her cross-legged position and bowed towards the two new people in the room, a clear sign of respect for the pair. She once again assumed that the new face, was a new initiate to the brotherhood.

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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.

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. "Yoshina, it's so good to see you again... Who's this?"

"I am glad you could make it Ketto and this is the new member of the order Shirome, of Mikawa." Yoshina said with the a smile.

Shirome bowed to the others welcoming her into the order and her eyes turned to Yoshina to hear her speak.

"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. "

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.

"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.

"It would better wearing something.... dry." he said as he left behind Yohsina.

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.

"I suggest you change, before experimenting with such weaponry." Shinji said with a smirk.

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.

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Hiroshi spared no internal flattery when the kind words were spoken about him. He'd been around so little time, but he strove to make his father proud. Whether it came to farming or putting a wedge between freedom and corruption. Hearing that he was at least on par was a nice change from the lack of patience he was previously experiencing. Had he not been so disciplined when it came to orders and ranks, he would have asked Yoshina what the pressing matters. However, it was not his place to do so. If he was meant to be involved in bigger plans, the plans would find a way to include him. He was willing to wait for that, no matter how difficult it was for him to be patient. It seemed that they were going to train for the time being, that was something that was more of Hiroshi's forte than waiting around.

Even though he'd prefer being out there, waiting was a key part of being an assassin. For the time being, his destiny was to be here. So that he and his fellow brothers could push one another's limits up, one notch at a time. His hand reached for something he'd left here, with the other weapons. Normal blade and bracers were designed with genius in mind, to be completely concealable. While the training version of one was far different, the more modern term for these were hidden blades. The one Hiroshi used for training, however, didn't have a single concealable property to it. It was a bracer, with a wooden blade sticking out of it. There was no way to remove the wooden blade from it, as this tool was only used for combat training with the hidden blade. Something that had proved not very practical, however Hiroshi still fancied it a pretty penny.

He pulled only one bracer over his arm, the key to fighting with one of these was to either be fully offensive or fully defensive. And if you went in for the kill, to get it done as fast in possible. These were, after all, meant to kill undetected. But nobody suspects a person with no weapons to kill. Hiroshi eyed Yura, he hadn't ever had combat training with her. The last person he'd trained with was Katsu, who had proved to him that some discipline within combat went through very far measures. If only he could obtain patience like Katsu, Hiroshi thought. Still, he wondered what combat with Yura might be like, he approached her and bowed. "Care to be my training partner?"

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The introductions were a quick, relatively quiet affair. No-one spoke above a soft conversational tone, giving the whole gathering a clandestine feel. At least that is how Hitasune felt. She could feel a slight increase in temperature under her hair as her ears reddened from sheer internal embarrasment at the childish notion. Thankfully her little escapade of personal idiocy went mostly unnoticed by her bretheren, however much it hurt to think of them so, present.

When a masked Brother she did not recognise entered and spoke to Yoshina, Hitsune strove with a her might to overhear the words he spoke, but the masked Assassin had obviously not gotten to where he was by not being able to hold a private conversation amongst prying ears. She heard nothing from him and, to add insult to injury, Yoshina's only response was to nod to him. Internally she went mad with curiosity. What were they talking about? Why was it so important? Her desire to learn all she could of the Brotherhood was overpowering, almost to the extent of breaking her iron self-discipline. She schooled herself to calmness. It was no use getting worked up over things she couldn't control.

Hitasune rapidly became confused during the following moments. Sparring? One part of her felt as if questioning the wisdom of such a pursuit at this time. But then her other half reasserted itself.

'Why not? Is there a reason to not do so?' Her thoughts were sound. But her impulsive self was never far behind. Actions speak louder than words, all the better to drown out annoying internal voices.

Tempted as she was to rush straight to the training rack, she held back, eyeing up her possible opponents. The new initiate stood alone, almost as if she felt excluded by the group. In a flash Hitasune decided to test the new sister, a notion that carried as much hubris as it implied, to see if the Mentors had seen what was truly there. She approached quickly, her steps following one after the other with precision, and bowed to the slip of a girl.

"Sister Shirome, you would honour me by acting as my sparring partner. I may even be able to instruct you in the finer arts of swordplay." Even her attempt to temper her disdain for her fellow Assassins was met with dismal failure. Her Samurai upbringing convinced her of her superiority and she was more than willing to prove it.


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Katsu stood when Shirome arrived. He was curious and this intrusion on his thoughts brought him back to reality. The young woman had an athletic build, carrying herself with confidence. He hoped this would be a good fight. In either case, he wanted his turn with the new member of the Guild.

"I will adjudicate the match for Hitasune and Sister Shirome," Katsu spoke to the assembled group. Katsu would act as judge during the sparring. A hit to the head or torso would generate a point. The one who earned five points first, won the match. Katsu came between the two and was prepared to start the match.

Hitasune came from the same class as Katsu, but she was fortunate to be aligned with the Shogun. Although everyone in the country was on the same side as the Shogun in theory, His father was a vassal to the Toyotomi clan, which was often perceived as hostile to the Ashikaga Shogunate. But wasn't he ronin now? So what difference did it matter? Just because his family and friends turned their backs on him and he fell out of favor with them, does not mean they were out of favor with Katsu Yoshida. He would spend his time with the Assassins. As much time as it took. At some point in time he intended to regain his honor with Yoshida and Toyotomi clans. For now, he was an assassin, honing his combat skills and performing whatever tasks the brotherhood asked of him.

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