Shosuro Shiori suppressed the urge to fidget under the Library Master's gaze, her well maintained smile cool as the frozen ponds of winter. Her mask proves to be an adequate protection, covering her weak and betraying eyebrows as they wrinkle in frustration with the elder man. Did she not bow correctly? Was there something off in her address as she entered? Finally, the senior Butei speaks in a slow and deliberative manner, a tone like screeching gulls. "Is my Collection not adequate enough, Shiroi-kun? Again you are here asking for more. I suppose soon I must dispatch a great army of bushi to liberate the Ikoma of their knowledge."
She has offended the grizzly old badger, even as he meanders on like he is amused by her thirst. She can tell in the slight emphasis of her name, the tone of mockery hinting deep frustration. Her eyes are as sharp as the knife prodding into her hip, beneath the kimono.
Shiori is quick to offer some appeasement, "Your collection is the finest on Butei found anywhere in the world, Osamu-sama!" She exclaims in horror. "It is just that while I was serving in the Painted Village, I overheard someone speak in hushed tones that there may be a book I had not had the fortune to read. The rumours said that it was hidden to all but the Master? A little game the writer asked be played, so only the truly sharp may attain any insight gleaned from it's secrets." The hint is enough to make the Library Master break, which is probably why he never left the walls of the Butei Academy without guard. He is frowning now, possibly anticipating what she is about to ask. "I believe his name was Kakita Kin?"
She could feel his gaze intensify after the name spilled from her lips, and truly understood that this man had lost his mind some time ago among the shelves of great glory, never attaining it for himself. But she also knew the true hatred came from the fact that he believed in his duty enough to halt any thought of denying its existence. "Perhaps I have such a book from such an unusual author." He said, in that awful voice of his. "Wait here for a moment, I shall go seek it out."
Osamu made her wait for the entire day. Hours passed as she sat patiently, still and statuesque, the sun drifting across the sky. Occasionally a servant would enter and bring her tea. At midday lunch was served by an uncomfortable Hinin, who politely informed her that Osamu had been far too lost in his archives to be able to share the meal. Shiori smiled demurely and ate in the silence of an estate as still as a tomb. Soon, the sun began to set and the young Butei ordered the plan she had carefully crafted through the entire day. She would dress as a servant, walk unseen through the halls of the Academy and sneak her way past shelf after shelf. She would search all night if the need arose.
Shosuro Osamu surprised and pleased her, however. He returned just as the lanterns were being lit for the evening, holding a manuscript within his aged hands. There was ink on his thumbs and fingers, a smudge on the back of his knuckles and a dab on the palm of his hand. The paper was fresh as he laid it before her and the ink had only begun to dry. In neat calligraphy the topmost page read simply the title. The Resplendent Lies of Shosuro Seiko. "You are to burn this once you have finished reading it, Shiori." He said harshly, dropping any pretence of being polite. "If you are known to have kept the book then your education here ends and your life as a Samurai is forfeit. That is the price of reading this. Understand?"
The young Butei hesitated. This book must certainly hold something very interesting if she could lose her life for it. "I understand fully, Osasmu-sama. May I?" He nodded his head once, sharply as she lifted the pages. A string had been used to tie them in order and the paper was of certainly high quality. The ink smelled of something unusual, as if it had been mixed with a perfume. Shiori could not place it. The elder excused her without comment when she saw how eagerly she had begun to pluck at the pages like they were strings of a Biwa. As she closed the paper door behind her, hugging the pages to her chest and bowing the elder a good evening, she might have heard the old badger mutter that a child of Shosuro and Kitsuki was always going to be more of a burden then a gift.
She has offended the grizzly old badger, even as he meanders on like he is amused by her thirst. She can tell in the slight emphasis of her name, the tone of mockery hinting deep frustration. Her eyes are as sharp as the knife prodding into her hip, beneath the kimono.
Shiori is quick to offer some appeasement, "Your collection is the finest on Butei found anywhere in the world, Osamu-sama!" She exclaims in horror. "It is just that while I was serving in the Painted Village, I overheard someone speak in hushed tones that there may be a book I had not had the fortune to read. The rumours said that it was hidden to all but the Master? A little game the writer asked be played, so only the truly sharp may attain any insight gleaned from it's secrets." The hint is enough to make the Library Master break, which is probably why he never left the walls of the Butei Academy without guard. He is frowning now, possibly anticipating what she is about to ask. "I believe his name was Kakita Kin?"
She could feel his gaze intensify after the name spilled from her lips, and truly understood that this man had lost his mind some time ago among the shelves of great glory, never attaining it for himself. But she also knew the true hatred came from the fact that he believed in his duty enough to halt any thought of denying its existence. "Perhaps I have such a book from such an unusual author." He said, in that awful voice of his. "Wait here for a moment, I shall go seek it out."
Osamu made her wait for the entire day. Hours passed as she sat patiently, still and statuesque, the sun drifting across the sky. Occasionally a servant would enter and bring her tea. At midday lunch was served by an uncomfortable Hinin, who politely informed her that Osamu had been far too lost in his archives to be able to share the meal. Shiori smiled demurely and ate in the silence of an estate as still as a tomb. Soon, the sun began to set and the young Butei ordered the plan she had carefully crafted through the entire day. She would dress as a servant, walk unseen through the halls of the Academy and sneak her way past shelf after shelf. She would search all night if the need arose.
Shosuro Osamu surprised and pleased her, however. He returned just as the lanterns were being lit for the evening, holding a manuscript within his aged hands. There was ink on his thumbs and fingers, a smudge on the back of his knuckles and a dab on the palm of his hand. The paper was fresh as he laid it before her and the ink had only begun to dry. In neat calligraphy the topmost page read simply the title. The Resplendent Lies of Shosuro Seiko. "You are to burn this once you have finished reading it, Shiori." He said harshly, dropping any pretence of being polite. "If you are known to have kept the book then your education here ends and your life as a Samurai is forfeit. That is the price of reading this. Understand?"
The young Butei hesitated. This book must certainly hold something very interesting if she could lose her life for it. "I understand fully, Osasmu-sama. May I?" He nodded his head once, sharply as she lifted the pages. A string had been used to tie them in order and the paper was of certainly high quality. The ink smelled of something unusual, as if it had been mixed with a perfume. Shiori could not place it. The elder excused her without comment when she saw how eagerly she had begun to pluck at the pages like they were strings of a Biwa. As she closed the paper door behind her, hugging the pages to her chest and bowing the elder a good evening, she might have heard the old badger mutter that a child of Shosuro and Kitsuki was always going to be more of a burden then a gift.