Makoto

What a trek that was. Never mind the two weeks it took just to get to the bottom of the cliffs, but the ascent. My poor legs, I'm surprised I didn't pass out in my room as soon as I arrived at the Keep. Not that this town really needs a keep. There is no way an attack could happen on this city. Invaders would get picked off by archers on that narrow path long before an enemy could reach the city.   I say "city", but Butterfly Falls is, perhaps, half the size of the Port that Never Sleeps, and maybe an eighth the size of Gotei. But, it's my understanding that this is a significantly large community by Dragon standards. I'll have to do my best to keep that in mind, so I don't insult any of the Dragon that live here.   Some interesting buildings of note were a bright red brothel in the midst of all the brown stacked houses. The Blushing Lotus. Not only were its walls red, it had this... obnoxious signage. I admit amusement; clearly they are proud of their establishment and feel no need to hide anything about it. There was a little green sakehouse next to it. Its own colours seemed muted by the Blushing Lotus, and there was no signage to tell me its name. In fact, I don't believe I heard anyone mention it, through the city, or in the sakehouse itself.   There was a forge bellowing smoke when I first arrived. I believe it was a forge, at least, judging from the smell. But I couldn't really catch a glimpse of it. Samurai wearing various different clan colours were all gathered around it. I bet Hana-chan will be interested in that place before long. I later found out that it is ran by an old, Kakita bladesmith master, Kakita Hyousuke. He left for the Dragon Monastery to retire three years before I joined Kiyoko-sama, but I heard all about him while I was still learning from Kakita trademasters. The stories I heard about him, including making the Crane clan daimyo cry, I wasn't surprised to hear he had an argument before coming out of retirement. Or that he throws horseshoes at people. What surprised me most was that he took on an apprentice. How it would vex the Crane to know that a Dragon possessed the qualities and traits Master Hyousuke wanted in an apprentice when none of their own did.   There was a shrine in the middle of the lower section that is noteworthy as well. And the line was long. Amusingly enough, even samurai were lining up for this shrine's service. They were all women, and all of them doing their best to hide their faces. My guess - which I was later informed to be correct - were all these women were lining up for fertility aids, or good luck charms for the newly wedded. You know, to be granted a long and fruitful marriage with their new husbands that they didn't get to choose. Todakoro-san informed Hana-chan later that it was, indeed, a shrine to the Kami of Motherhood. I felt bad for being amused by that. While it may not be to the same extent, all of us women have the duty of providing our clans with the next generation of samurai. If I want children of my own someday, and I do, I will need to be concerned about my own fertility, too. And that is no laughing matter. I hope those women receive receive answers to their prayers, and I hope the shrine maidens are able to help them to the best of their ability.   Unlike my stay in Claw Point Castle, my room in Butterfly Keep is... extravagant. My room at Claw Point was mostly bare, as to be expected as one from a minor clan. But the capacity of my attendance is different this time. I'm not here as a Kakita trademaster, but as part of Kimiko-sama's retinue. I can still scarcely believe that I am her guest, but I suppose I've made an impression on her during the events of her Winter Court. I just hope Papa is proud, that I'm with who the Mantis supports. And maybe vex Kaoru and Katsuki at the same time. One step closer to showing them what I can become, and the heights I'll reach.   I've seen the list of those entering the Emerald Championship by now, as well. It's... extensive. There were still three days left for sign ups when I saw it, and there were already eighty names on it. It's with great regret that I saw Kazane's name upon it. I can already imagine why he's here, and why he's entering the Championship. He must not win. As much as it would be incredible that a Mantis became the Emerald Champion, he is not good for the Empire. He's probably not good for his ship or crew. I get flax for being playful when I duel, but him? Everything he does is to show off, and for the glory for it. He knows it, and he's an ass about it. So I've heard, at least. I can't say I've met the man, but his reputation far proceeds him. I can't believe the clan elders are permitting this.   It made me reconsider my stance on entering the Championship myself, if only to make sure he wouldn't win. But, the Emerald Champion is a role I wouldn't know like. It would not permit me to reach my dream of sailing beyond the known edges of the map. So the thought was but a fleeting one. Besides, I'm already supporting Nayoko in this Championship. I couldn't do that if I compete myself.   A name on that list was concerning, however. Seppun Kenji, Reiji-sama's yojimbo. Second name on the list even though Reiji-sama and his retinue haven't arrived yet, and no one had seen Kenji-san since he put his name down. I've since learn from Hana-chan that Kenji-san is being pushed out of Reiji-sama's inner circle, despite them having been so close for all their lives.   I went to the sakehouse after storing my belongings in my quarters, and the smells that came from it. While it was not entirely the same as any sakehouse in a port, it was so familiar. The hot sake and the buns just smelled so heavenly, I couldn't resist. It was rowdy, the way that all sakehouses are, but I feel this one might have been more than usual. With all the visitors, it was more crowded than the staff were use to, though they were over the top with their service. I've never seen such flourish when speaking to patrons or delivering their food and drink. My own sake was delivered by this gorgeous, flamboyant man who made Akihiro-san look tame, and before my zeni was even in my hands. And then the bun. I make myself drool thinking about those heavenly morsels. A plum pork bun that complimented the hot sake so perfectly, it was no wonder that I staggered back to the Keep drunk that night. As it turned out, the man who served me my food and drink was Mitsuki, the owner of the Jasmine Dragon, an inn somewhere in town. Apparently he was a member of the kobuki troop that works at that sakehouse, and if memory serves me correctly, left the troop and opened the inn solely for competition sake. But he still comes to the sakehouse to hang out with his friends... and helps out. Many would think it odd, but it's probably a good business tactic. If the patrons are interested in him, they'd go to the Jasmine Dragon to see him, get more of his food and service. Makes sense to me.   It was there at the sakehouse where I saw Master Hyousuke. I barely recognised him; he looked so different from the portraits I've seen. His beard is so thick and wild now, and certainly unlike anything ever seen on a Crane man, if facial hair is to be seen on a Crane man at all. A few years older than depicted, but there was no mistaking it. Especially when every Crane in the building went as white as their hair when he walked in. Didn't speak to anyone, only ordered a small meal and then left. I wonder what Yudai-sama will say when he finds out I've seen Master Hyousuke? I don't believe Kiyoko-sama will care much; she is a poet and a writer, and doesn't seem to care much for Kakita blades. But Yudai-sama may have a small stroke. And Katsurou may turn purple in his anger. When I thought about the Crane being vexed about Master Hyousuke's apprentice being a Dragon, it was mostly Katsurou I was thinking of. He will not be pleased, at all. And... it's a bit amusing. In a very petty and vindictive way, but alas.   I admit I don't remember much else from the sakehouse. I had far too much to drink, and am currently reflecting on that. There was... a singer in the corner of the sakehouse. Hoshino Sakura, I believe her name was. And a ronin. It's unusual for a ronin to bare a family name, but it seems she had never belonged to any of the great families, was never part of any clan. Pretty voice, and a pretty face, but she doesn't seem to like samurai much. And I admit I can't say I blame her. There was another ronin archer, Kariya, who apparently went on her Year of Waves and never returned to the Phoenix afterwards. A great storyteller, from what I've heard, but the Asako Loremasters are said to be. A Crab and a Lion were ready to fight in the middle of the sakehouse, a sight I'm sure it had seen many times before.   What I remember next was waking up in my room with Nayoko beside me. The flush of joy I felt when I saw her greatly muted the agony of the hangover. Apparently I was a bit mouthy with her, in a playful... suggestive way. Chatty with her and Hana-chan. Re-informed that Akihiro-san apparently slummed it, with Amayaiko-san and Junya-sama! I still find it difficult to believe, but I don't think this is something anyone could just... make up. How I wish I could have seen it for myself. I didn't think he had it him. Akihiro-san is far more tolerable than most Crane I've encountered over the years. First of all, he actually treated me like I existed, which is a major improvement in comparison. But dressing like a peasant and going to a sakehouse? And it was his idea? The thought of what had possessed him definitely crosses my mind whenever I think about it.   How I managed to get back and not be sober from the climb to the Keep is beyond me, but perhaps the Crab helped me part of the way. There were so many people from all clans there, making merry with each other, surely someone took pity on my drunk ass. I can't know for sure, but if I'm ever told, or if I happen to remember, I'll have to remember to thank them.   After that, Hana-chan and I spent our time exchanging information. I learn a lot when I go out for dice and sake, but Hana-chan's methods allowed her to learn things I wouldn't. It worked out that our personal interests lie in different clans. I feel as though our general knowledge of the people gathered here is more well rounded because of it.   The ceremony was... How do I even describe it? All the samurai in the city were required to attend. It marked the passing of the former Emerald Champion, slain in the line of duty trying to save the Emperor and the Imperial children from the oni that fateful, awful day. Even if it wasn't required, I believed I would have attended all the same. To pay my respects to a man who defended the Empire with his dying breath. I don't believe Kimiko-sama felt the same, but then, she made her feelings about the state of things clear during her Winter Court. She is angry, and rightfully so. I can't imagine the pain, anger, grief I would experience if Papa was killed. Especially in front of me. I don't want to imagine it, and I dread that day as much as I've learn to expect it to come.   A Dragon Monk presided over the ceremony. She didn't seem accustomed to speak in large crowds. That is a feeling I can relate to well. The smoke coming from that essence burner was impressive, if not also eerie looking. I've not a lot of experience when it comes to rituals. It was the first time I had seen all four Winds together, and I'm still unsure if it's wise to have them all in one place, especially after what happened.   A brazier was lit by the monk, and that flame was to consume the pieces of armour of the previous Emerald Champion. Each of the Winds said their piece. Kimiko-sama was... angry, as she was the day she tore the clan mons from her Court. Junya-sama seemed almost impassive about it all. Kiyoko-sama was the most respectful, and the most gentle with both her words and her duty, as if she was laying the Emerald Champion to rest herself. Reiji-sama... showed no respect at all. Just... dumped the bloodstained armguard into the fire as if it was nothing. I was shocked. The anger, I understand. The tender respect and even the impassiveness, I understand. Each of them are in mourning, and are mourning in their own ways. But there is something... truly unsettling about the way Reiji-sama treated it. No one has said anything, but then... I suppose no one would. There were more urgent things on their minds.   After the armour had been set ablaze, to the discomfort and outright revulsion to the shugenja around me, I noticed Kimiko-sama scratching her arms. Junya-sama and Kiyoko-sama were also showing signs of pain. The only reason why I knew Reiji-sama had been affected by the same thing was because of the smoke coming from his gloves. Gloves that were so quickly removed after everyone noticed what was happening. Kiyoko-sama burst into flames, though thankfully her retinue were quick to swarm her. Hana-chan helped us with Kimiko-sama, and a Dragon man was already there to apply some... foul smelling paste to Kimiko-sama's arms. After Hana-chan torn the sleeves of Kimiko-sama's kimono. I swear, I cannot meet Hana-chan without someone getting poisoned and someone getting naked at the same time. The same princess, too. It's becoming a habit, and I don't like it.   Hana-chan and Akihiro-san stayed behind to speak with a Phoenix Inquisitor while Kaijira-san and I escorted Kimiko-sama back to her quarters. The scream Kimiko-sama let out was expected, as were her tears. The poor woman. I admit I worry what will happen next, but it seems Kimiko-sama includes me in the circle of people she can trust. I hope I can live up to that trust. She doesn't know could have done this, but she also doesn't trust that it wasn't just everyone in attendance, excluding Kaijira-san, Hana-chan, and myself.   I don't know what will happen, but at this time I'll not be caught completely unaware. At least this time, I know there is a plot against the Imperial highnesses. It's why I'm here, after all, to get to the bottom of this and protect the Empire from further chaos.

It seems my anxiety over returning to Kiyoko-sama was for naught. My return to the Kakita estate went as it always does. Yudai-sama ignored me, and Katsurou sneered from over his nose as usual. Mari-chan greeted me with giggles and the biggest smile. She is endearing, I must say. But, she's only four years old yet. She hasn't learned how the Crane typically treat us Mantis. I'll enjoy the joyful welcome for as long as I can.   Even while Kiyoko-sama read that message in front of me, I still cannot begin to guess what it was about. Her face was as stone. I thought I saw something in her eyes as she read, but I admit we're not close enough for me to properly read her expressions. The quiet moments seemed to drag on while she was lost in thought. My heart raced, and I could feel the sweat beading on my brow as I panicked and wondered what my fate would be. She had not even brought up the Mantis supporting Kimiko-sama, and my supporting them.   When she finally spoke to me, she was quiet but frank. We both acknowledge that our relationship is not typical in our society. I have not sworn fealty to her in the way other samurai swear fealty to their lords and masters. We have an agreement, a bargain from which we both stood to gain, and she recognises that the day may come when I go back to my clan and stop being her trademaster altogether. But she appreciates the loyalty I've demonstrated to her over the years, and the work I've done on her behalf. She said she wasn't ready to let go of me yet and, since I came back to her, it showed I'm not ready to be done with her either. I had never thought about it that way, but I suppose it's true. My time within this Crane home had not always been pleasant. Yudai-sama ignored me from the beginning, and Katsurou always thought himself my better. I still remember how he tried to insult and bully me when I first started working here, in that way the Crane insults just about everyone. He wasn't too pleased when I walked away from him. I heard he had been reprimanded by his mother, too, which I imagine only soured his opinion of me even more. And that is only the immediate family. My interactions with the extended family and other Crane visitors was much the same. Even some of the servants here. But I endured, and I found a place here where I do well. So I'm content to stay until I've accomplished my goals.   I admit I was surprised when Kiyoko-sama seemed pleased with that, and that she asked me what I intended to do next. I told her the truth, as I've always done; I'm involved in this now. I will see it through to the end, wherever that might take me. Which means I'll be heading to Butterfly Falls soon for the Spring Court, in hopes of preventing this civil war and figuring out the next Emperor of Rokugan. It still infuriates me that neither Kimiko-sama or Junya-sama want the throne, but neither are willing to let Kiyoko-sama or Reiji-sama sit upon it. If the situation wasn't so dire, it really would be amusing and typical of siblings. But people are dying because of this conflict already, and we still haven't solved the Shadowlands angle. Why are agents of the Shadowlands attacking the Imperial family? How did the oni get so far into Rokugan to slay the late Emperor? It's clear to me that the assassination was orchestrated for this reason, to divide the Empire and rouse this chaos, but why. And why is no one else concerned about it?   ... I'm frustrated. I think I need a drink. At least I've already written to Hana-chan and Nayoko about my joining the Spring Court.

It seems I have a lot to consider now. I don't know how long Hana-chan will wait for an answer, but the shock of her question hasn't left me yet.   We've been working together this last few days now that Komei-sensei has finished up my lessons. Hana-chan needed up securing food and medicine for the

I've drank so much this last week, I feel like I may have drank enough sake to last me the rest of winter. Though I know I'll be drinking again before long, and the hangover will be a daily occurrence at this rate. It's incredible to think that I had only been drinking for a year, a fact that may shock Hana-chan and everyone else I've become acquainted with at this Winter Court.   I went and saw the Mantis crews who commissioned the jade pendant. Seems it was the idea of Captain Miwa, which makes the pendant a legitimate gift. I'm still speechless and unsure that I'm worthy of such a gift, but I've decided to wear it with pride, knowing that people of my clan are proud of me. I admit I dislike Miwa-san using my budding reputation to hide her... less than legal activities, and I wonder if Yorimoto-san would feel the same if he knew his growing reputation was used in this way. But, I suppose it's to be expected. It's what the Mantis is known for, and there's nothing I alone can do to change that.   It was nice chatting with my clansmen, though. It felt like it had been ages since I've had a decent conversation. But the man I spoke with, who was around Papa's age, informed me of some rumours that are going around. They wondered about Nayoko and I, what our relationship is. Someone saw Nayoko leaving my quarters the morning she was cleared of all charges, and I guess it was understood that Nayoko spent the night with me. We're just friends, but speaking to him on it, I... don't know if that's all it is anymore. I enjoy Nayoko's company in a different way than I enjoy Hana-chan's, and certainly more than I've enjoyed the company of any man. I'm unsure; whatever attractions I've felt in the past. I couldn't let myself, knowing that those attractions could be used against me and Kiyoko-sama because I'm young and inexperienced in such things. I've always ignored it. But now. Have I let my guard down? I don't know what it is I'm really feeling, and it's confusing, at best.   It started becoming clearer that I'm feeling something for Nayoko during the little gathering Hana-chan had. We gathered for drinks with Akihiro-san and Amayaiko-san. Hana-chan wanted to discuss some business, but I admit I forget what it was. My mind was preoccupied by the drink and the company I was keeping. Though I do remember Nayoko's concern over what we saw in the temple during the Trial of Spirit. She mentioned, too, how she was receiving offers of adoption and marriage. Which is where her concerns stemmed first, I believe. Her past affecting her future. She was worried we would no longer accept her because of her part in Kagami's death. I remember telling a story about Jiji, and how I still loved him despite knowing there were dark things in his past, and that I could accept her as well. I do accept her, I always did. It's odd, isn't it? It hasn't even been two weeks since our first meeting, when she helped me chase off those who attacked the Imperial Princess, and then imprisoned because she was ronin. I knew from the equipment she carried that she was not the usual sort of ronin, either. Yet there I was, conceiving her to stay when she was hasty to leave. Her hand felt so warm.   I asked her to stay. I... told her I wanted her by my side. What was that feeling at the time? A fluttering in the pit of my belly, like fear or anxiety. It was not like when I was approached by Captain Komei. Captain Komei of the Kamotoi offered to teach me, but in exchange, I was to deliver a sealed message to Kiyoko-sama. I was warned that Kiyoko-sama may be displeased with the contents of the message, but it was too good of an opportunity. I was willing to take that risk. It could result in my dismissal, but I don't know when the next time I could be offered a chance to study under a Storm Fleet master. I'm still anxious over what may happen with Kiyoko-sama, but... it's less than the anxiety I felt that evening.   And less than the anxiety I feel now. Nayoko seems to be avoiding me, and I don't know what I've done to cause it. I went to see Hana-chan after learning about her duel. The duel effectively exiled her from the Unicorn, so I thought I would go see if she needed someone to talk to. Hana-chan requested help collecting her belongings from her old room, and Nayoko was there when I returned. She didn't even look at me. Perhaps she has heard of the rumours and dislikes them? Is she putting distance between us because of that? Nayoko is the first friend I've made in a while, it would hurt to lose her and not know why. It already hurts.   Hana-chan and I did have a good talk and strong drinks after that. It's embarrassing that the sake made me more acutely aware of my feelings for Nayoko. Hana-chan said some encouraging things, but I'm still unsure, however frustrating and infuriating that is. I suppose I should just wait and see. Maybe these feelings are just a fleeting fancy. But if they're not and Nayoko continues to ignore me, I... don't know if I'll be able to handle that.

Thankfully, the Kami has seen fit to not punish my foolish trek in the raging blizzard with a cold. I'm happy to report that I am well, fully able to visit Nayoko in her cell and train in between in the days prior to the contest trials. It has been five days since the Battle on the Wall, and a lot has happened. I sit here writing this entry with a heart heavy with the events that has transpired since then.   It started three days ago, when Otomo-Kakita Akihiro-san summoned Hana-chan and I to his quarters. I admit surprise that I had caught his attention, though not so much Hana-chan as. She is the Amethyst Champion; I would be more surprised if she wasn't pulled in every which direction, with people trying to whisper in her ear what they believe the Amethyst Champion could be.   When in the privacy of his quarters, I quickly learned of the dire situation we had found ourselves in; a Mahou conspiracy. Revenge against Lord Hida for the death of a brother, as apparently revealed during the Battle on the Wall. But also a plot to undermine and overthrow the Empire. It is so bad that Akihiro-san had us tell truths about ourselves only we could know, if only to eliminated the possibility that someone was impersonating us with the help of Oni magic. A ronin in his service was ambushed after coming into contact with the Mahou in question. I admit my inexperience with such things exposes my youth, my naivete. I've no experience with a Mahou or the dark forces that gives them strength, I cannot truly fathom the horrors that they are. I've heard stories, but stories can only reveal so much.   This Mahou in particular was a face thief. Had I known earlier, perhaps things might have turned out differently.   I admit I was not of much assistance during Akihiro-san's meeting. I do not believe he thinks too favourably of me, either, though perhaps that was simply my inexperience with the matter. All I could do was identify the type of paper the Mahou used for a list she made - ten years old and of gaijin make. Hana-chan was of better assistance, actually able to read the words on the scroll. If I had been anything like Baa-chan, maybe I would've been able to help more, but alas. It was a list of objectives, from what Hana-chan could read of it, and a list of ingredients. Some sort of ritual the Mahou planned to perform. I know very little about such things. Given the nature of it, writing to Hisashi or Nagi about it would not have been possible, and their responses would have came far too late. It seemed Hana-chan also noticed the hairpiece I had found, too. Upon inquiry, Akihiro-san took an odd interest in my discovery. I'm thankful he believed me when I told him where I found it and that I wasn't, yet again, accused of stealing it. I know my clan does not have the greatest reputation, but it's irksome having to continuously defend myself.   I am grateful that I was able to spend the following day in Nayoko's company. I wasn't able to discuss the conspiracy with her, but I also didn't want to. I just wanted to enjoy her company. To chat and roll some dice around. To see and laugh, to relax before the contest. I left her company feeling at ease, and eager to return to her again. I look forward to when we can spend time together outside of her cell. It is cramp and dingy in there, and the Hida guard was hovering near by. It wasn't ideal, but I couldn't leave her on her own. I really am confident that we can become good friends, and the thought of that makes me happy.   My relaxation was cut short, however. When I was having thoughts of retiring for the night, Akihiro-san summoned me again, this time to look into the place where "Tomoe" had been staying. I admit confusion, and I admit I considered declining. With the Trials in the morning, I wanted to be well rested. But after what we had discussed in his quarters, I thought better of it. And it was recalling what we had discussed that helped me realise who "Tomoe" must have been.   I reached the entrance Akihiro-san's ronin had discovered first. Hana-chan had not arrived, but... I did not wish to wait. I'm aware that this is more foolish than my walking a hour in a blizzard to simply return a hairpiece, but I did not want to waste precious time. I discovered the fates were in my favour after I descended into this madwoman's lair. It was empty, cleared out saved for a few scraps of paper. I wasn't surprised; she had been discovered, and thus compromised. Surely she knew someone would come to investigate. In my search, I discovered two more rooms, each one as bare as the last. I say bare, but I did find something... curious. Black jade, a substance only found on the Isles of Spice and Silk. I am worried of the implications, if it means fellow Mantis are involved in this plot, or if some had been stolen from or killed to acquire this precious item. For the time being, I've confiscated the black jade. It sits in a pouch in one of my drawers until I can figure out what to do with it.   I wish I can say the night ended there. Unfortunately, I cannot. After meeting up with Hana-chan, we received yet another summons from Akihiro-san. This time to the nearby village. And... I wish I could burn the images from my mind. I wish... that I had known about the Mahou earlier. The Seppun Kaijira I walked with...   When we found Akihiro-san, he was dragging Kaijira-san with him. She was unconscious and, judging from her wounds, she had been held captive and tortured since the Sumai. She was not the only one either. I went to the hut where Akihiro-san found her. Even my darkest nightmares could not come up with something such at that. And only one other survivor.   The Eta came, helped identify the bodies before the hut was burned to the ground. I was thankfully able to return to my quarters without incident, but it stayed with me the rest of the night. What sleep I managed to get was restless, and I was exhausted for the Trials just hours later. I found myself sitting with Hana-chan and Nayoko as we wanted for the contest to open, perhaps seeking the comfort their presences had to offer.   Competing in the Trial of Combat was challenging, but I managed. My first duel was against a Phoenix. A Shiba, of all things, who had the gall to call me "merchant trash". It was not a very original insult, I have to wonder if she had even been trying. But she was one opponent I knew I had to defeat. For the honour of the Mantis Clan, for my own personal honour. Though I admit I had nothing against her, personally. But losing was not an option. The match was called without us dealing injuries to each other, but in my favour. I am unsure how I bested her, but... I am still pleased that I did.   I missed the next two matches, having gone to the physician to make sure I really hadn't taken any injuries. Just a scratch that would heal; it shouldn't even leave a scar. But I returned in time to witness Hana-chan's first duel against an Akodo warrior. There was a quick exchange of blows, and Hana-chan got a really hard one to the stomach, but she shrugged it off. I don't know how, most people would have called it quits at that point. But she was able to subdue her opponent and win her first match. As expected of the new Champion.   Nayoko was next, and against a Scorpion. I was... worried about what underhanded tactics he might use against her. The Scorpion aren't exactly known for their honourable ways. And the Kuni called penalty on a perfectly legal move! They are supposed to be impartial and judge the fights fairly! It would be naive of me to expect any differently, but it still made me so angry. But I was still given a glimpse at how Nayoko fights. I honestly wasn't sure what was going to happen, especially when the Scorpion refused to submit when given the chance. Nayoko struck him down, I don't believe he gave her much choice in the matter. But she won, her decisive blow determined honourable and the Scorpion was incapacitated.   The intermission was too short for my liking. Some rice and tea to help us relax between the matches and, in my opinion, it wasn't enough. Perhaps because I was already exhausted, I didn't know how much longer I would last in the fights. But my rest was longer than Nayoko's. Her next fight was immediately after the intermission, forcing her to fight matches back to back. I question the intention behind this, but we all know that it was not to be a fair challenge for Nayoko. It made my heart ache to see how Nayoko fought, the desperation in her eyes. Though she managed to win, Nayoko was injured. I almost forgot about my own fight against the Ide woman Hana-chan said had a feud with Nayoko.   I'd... rather not discuss the details of the duel. In truth, I barely remember much of it. Only that a few blows were exchanged, my armour was damaged, and I knocked Ide-san unconscious. I don't remember much of how I felt, just... horrible about what I had done. I don't even recall the duels that came afterwards. Even my duel against Hana-chan. It seems I was knocked unconscious by her. Hana-chan was there in the infirmary when I woke up, apologising for the injury she caused me. It was kind of her, but not unexpected either. I accidentally slipped though. Called her "Hana-chan", like we are close friends. It hasn't been so long, but it's hard to refrain sometimes. She doesn't feel like an "Hanae-san" to me. Strange, aren't I?   The Trial of Culture was... astonishing. I regret to say that I was unable to prepare and, thus, compete. I'm unsure I would have been able to come up with anything worthy of the Trial, but the test to myself was to see what my limits were and if I could surpass them. Surprise myself, as it were, and perhaps those who only see the Mantis as "merchant trash." After all, how can we know what we are truly capable of if we allow others to underestimate and dictate who we are?   But my mind would not have been in the proper place to present anything; my head still ached from my duel with Hana-chan. Compared to the injury I inflicted upon Ide-san, my injury was superficial, even with its lingering effects. But Hana-chan felt responsible and guilty for it. She escorted me to the hall where the Trial of Culture took place, stayed with me until she had to go prepare for her own presentation.   Before that, however, we walked through the stone garden of Hiruma Kosen-kun. The boy is not very old, but his garden was magnificent. If he continues to practice the art of stone gardens into adulthood, I firmly believe he will surpass his master and become a master of the art himself. Kosen-kun himself was an endearing little thing, playing with the loose baubles of my kimono while enthusiastically telling us the story of his garden, and sharing his concern about the little kami that had visited but then vanished. I believe he might have been unsettled by Hana-chan, however. As tall as she is, looming over a young child is never a good idea. I hope she'll learn this by the time she has children of her own.   That garden, though. Had I not met Kosen-kun myself, I would not have believed a child such as he had crafted it. I wish I had the artistic skill to capture its image, but I don't believe I would have accomplished my intentions. Perhaps it was the innocent imperfections left by the child artisan, but for the time I spent there, I felt... at peace. As if my burdens were far away and my earlier wounds were soothed. I have seen a good many stone gardens before this one; my fellow trademasters liked to show me some as we went about our business, as if the atmosphere would lower my guard. Yoshihiro-san is always particular about perusing such gardens in his attempts to tease me and take advantage of my youth. But those gardens of the past did not make me feel that same serenity and peace as Kosen-kun's did. They seemed... too perfect, I suppose. And the tour of Kosen-kun's garden came without the usual expectations. I did for him what I refused to do for the others; lower my guard.   My intentions to sit in the first available seat amongst the Buke was thwarted by Hana-chan. She escorted me to a seat near the seats reserved for herself, Akihiro-san, and Amayaiko-san. While I admit it was likely better for my throbbing head, it was... strange, to say the least. I felt out of place, and like I was on display. Amongst the Buke, I would have blended in with the rowdiness of them, and risked bashing my head in further, but, it did not feel as though I belonged there. The Minor Clans in attendance might have been pleased to see me sitting so close to the Amethyst Champion and the Imperials, knowing that there was hope for them to obtain such a place some day in their future, but how it must have displeased those who concern me trash, that I had one of the better seats in the hall. Who was envious? Who saw me as an obstacle or a threat to remove? Who was plotting?   This whole Winter Court had become some sort of plot. One thing after another, with no time to rest and process everything before the next thing rears its ugly head and makes itself known. How in the world did I get caught up in it all? I was only here to trade with the Crab and other clan trademaster who happened to be here. I wasn't meant for all of... this, whatever it is. But I'm involved with it now. I suppose there was no turning back. Thinking about it all made my head hurt more, and peeled back the salve Kosen-kun's garden applied, and I found myself hoping the performances would provide ample distraction.   Unfortunately, I had missed a couple of the performances. But, judging from the chatter around me, it didn't matter. The performances that roused the audience had yet to happen.   I have to say, seeing Hana-chan standing upon the platform was... amusing. Poor Hana-chan looked like a fish out of water up there, even admitted that to me in confidence. Imagine my surprise when she started to sing. And... not a Rokugani song either. It was a great surprise, though in retrospect, perhaps I should not have been so shock to hear throat singing from an Unicorn. Papa and I would listen to performances like hers at festivals we'd attend on shore leave. And her singing reminded me of that. A simpler time, when I wasn't involved in courtly plots. What a silly notion, considering all the things to worry about when sailing the open sea.   I regret to say that I couldn't understand anything in her song at all. It flustered me when she started pointing into the audience, and pointed at me, of all people. For a moment, I wasn't even sure she was pointing at me. But, sure enough. I don't know what I did to invoke a dedication in a song, but I was honoured. Hana-chan later said that she chose me as representative for her line about the Minor Clans, and that was why she pointed at me. Honoured as I am, I'm still not sure if that is accurate to say.   Either way, Hana-chan seemed to be enjoying herself as she was singing the song. I can't say the same for the rest of the audience. They did applaud her at the end. I think they were mostly shocked and confused; even I know how unusual it is to hear a language not of Rokugan spoken in the Winter Court. Outside her fellow Unicorn, no one would have understood her song. It was a bold choice, and I applaud her for making it without shame. It isn't something to be ashamed of. Rokugan would benefit greatly from a cultural exchange. But, that isn't my place to say, not with my level of influence.   Next to perform was Ikoma Daiyu, though the name and even her performance was soured by the discovery we made later that night during the Trial of Spirit. Ikoma performed a song called "Wedding of Inari." A playful piece that the audience seemed to enjoy with much laughter. Following that was a performance of "Ballad of Bayushi Kaichico" by Kaito Junpei. I admit to enjoying both performances at the time, even if Kaito-san's performance left me with a sense of melancholy afterwards. While my enjoyment of Hana-chan's performance was genuine, there was a sense of duty in watching hers, as my opinion of it could be directly relayed to her during the intermission. With Ikoma and Kaito-san's, that same... pressure wasn't present. I could enjoy or dislike it without needing to be... polite about it later. That in itself helped with enjoying it, something I'd never would have considered before had I not been friends with Hana-chan.   Nayoko came after those two, presenting a hairpiece she had crafted herself. She told me a few times that she enjoyed sewing and cooking, and I admit I was most looking forward to what she would present. Her injuries concerned me, however. I had missed her last battle, and it seemed she had lost the use of her left arm for the time being. She must have been in pain while crafting that piece, as small as it was. At the very least, in great discomfort. And I wasn't able to do anything for her. I understand she needed to complete the piece herself, but surely, in her condition, I could've done something. Even if it was just holding her hair back, or passing her the tools out of reach.   Though, I don't think she would have needed my aid. The piece she presented to the Imperial Princess was stunning. Silk purple orchids, a yellow rose, a black pearl. Representing the Imperial Princess in several layers. Each part carefully conveying just who this comb was crafted for. I am envious of Nayoko's skill, and that such a gift was given to someone else. I'm sure the sweet words that accompanied the gift also added to the points ultimately awarded her in the end. The Imperial Princess was even wearing the comb come the end of Nayoko's explanation. Nayoko deserved all the praise she got for it. I imagine there would be a market for those combs, if Nayoko was willing to sell them. But, that would diminish the beauty of the hairpiece already made, wouldn't it?   The applause Nayoko received for a job well done gave me hope. One step closer to her being out of that dingy cell, one step closer to enjoying her company someplace else, with that promised cup of sake. And perhaps, another friend? If I hadn't gotten ahead of myself in that wish.   Of course, the noise around me caused my head to throb, which in turn caused Hana-chan to fuss and apologise to me once again. She and I are very much alike in that regard. I don't know how many times I'll apologise to Ide-san once the opportunity comes. The guilty is tremendous. I don't understand those who can cause injuries worse than this and not feel any remorse at all. It is times like this that make me question my path, that perhaps I am not suited to be samurai. I dislike hurting people. Even those of supposed lower birth. Should I worry that my goals and dreams might be out of my reach?   Yogo Misuhara followed next with a play. Quieter and much more sombre in nature, which my head was thankful for. The play, however, invoked such raw emotion from all of us. The tears fell without shame, and the thoughts provoked by her words. I said to Hana-chan that it was not dissimilar to our current situation. There is so much darkness surrounding us, it's hard not to wallow in it. But we find strength in our bonds, joy and serenity in small things like Kosen-kun's stone garden and our friends' accomplishments. It reminded me of the days at sea, how the next day, hour, and even minute could be our last. We pray to survive everything the sea could throw at us. Violent storms and battles with enemy ships and the wild beasts that lurk beneath the surface. Food shortages, heat stroke, heat exhaustion, hypothermia, frostbite, disease. We do our best to make peace with our mistakes and failures. Well, some of us. I'm not sure if there are things I can let go of just yet. But, I'm working toward it, even if slowly.   Akihiro-san was the last to perform for the Trial of Culture, and his piece was... well, I wish I could have enjoyed it more. His artwork was beautiful. I am no expert, but I could tell that every brushstroke served a purpose. But, the more of the scroll he revealed, the more I was reminded of the previous night. The blood coating the floor and the walls of that little hut, and soaking into the mattresses. The corpses lined up and faces contorted in fear and anguish, left to rot without decency or honour. I recognised some of those people...   Focusing on Akihiro-san's voice helped a little. He accompanied his artwork with a short poem. And though it was short, it was quite powerful. There was disgust and horror on the faces around me, but I cannot say I'm surprised. Akihiro-san spoke the truth with his poem and his art, a truth that many here deliberately turn a blind eye to. I'm more surprised by the lack of shame they displayed, though even that didn't surprise me as much as it should have. The six years I've spent as trademaster has taught me a lot.   I'm pleased to say that the Trial of Culture ended with Akihiro-san placing second, and Nayoko placing third. Unsurprisingly, Yogo-san placed first. Many of the audience were not satisfied with the results, but art is subjective, and their votes were not the ones that mattered.   Dinner was a rather quiet affair, but that was interrupted by the Kuni Shugenja, coming to tell us what we were required to do to prepare for the Trial of Spirit. An hour of mediation, reflecting on the events of the day. I couldn't help scoffing; there was so much to reflect on, an hour wouldn't be enough for it. Followed by a mile trek out of the village, followed by climbing the nearby peak so we could report to Cedar Peak Temple. After the other night walking in a blizzard, this seemed simple enough to me, though we were informed we had to be there by midnight.   I had not expected to be asked to strip down to my underwear in the dead of a winter night, but everything about this Trial was still a mystery to us. I am accustomed to doing it - ships were rarely warm places - but I imagine some of the other participants were much more reluctant. And freezing. It was cold, even I would admit to that. The old ice burn ached a bit, though, reminding me the price of arrogant confidence.   Shortly into the second bout of mediation, I received this message:

Through the Day, I have had eyes on any and all through the crowd and competitors for the Blue tattoo that reveals our conspirator. In this test, Hida and his eldest volunteered to help you, but the remaining on the list, are all people that were reported by my watchers to keep an incredibly careful cover over their wrists through the day, making sure to never uncover. Many of them also expressed desires to leaving, but never did. Use the Kuni to sort out who the Mahou is. Capture her.... or if worst comes to worst. End her.

  I already had much to think about, but now this was added to it. I'm unsure what the others thought about while they were meditating, but my mind couldn't help but wander the events of the previous day and evening, even before my arrival at the Temple. As I've mentioned before, the discovery of black jade in the Mahou's lair was unsettling. Even more unsettling when I received a beautiful gift during my meditation. That sounds odd, but...   I received a pendant of pure blue jade with black jade accenting it. This note came with it:

From those of us, who don't get the representation the court allows. Thank you. - The Crew of the Niwatori, Washi, and Kamotoi

If there are Mantis nearby, I will meet them soon enough. But it shames me that for a moment, I was filled with doubt. Until I meet with them, I cannot be certain of the legitimacy of this gift. I couldn't help but wonder if it was a trap sent by the Mahou. I couldn't help but wonder if anyone of these crews, a member of my own clan, had fallen victim to the Mahou. Did the black jade I found in the Mahou's lair come from one of them? Was it stolen? Had someone been killed for it? Even worse, was someone in my clan involved with this plot against the Empire?   And if the gift is legitimate, how can I accept it? I can scarcely repay the crews for it. Am I even worthy of it? It's gorgeous, I still can't believe something like this is in my possession!   As if I didn't have enough to worry about.   The rest of my meditation went without further interruption, and I was able to clear my mind somewhat. The feeling of the cold prickling my lungs was familiar, and I chose that as my focus. Remembering what it's like to be a sailor, and remembering how much I miss sailing. Six years. Six years since I've sailed a ship. Sure, I've been on ships, but only as a passenger. On Crane ships. The effort it takes to not cringe while they ignore my advice and do everything wrong...   Ugh, just thinking about it now irritates me. But it also reminded me of... just how lonely I might be. I think about those around me, wondering how many of them might've been in relationships, how many friends they might have. Honestly, Hana-chan and Nayoko might be the first friends I've had since Hisashi. I'm unsure of where I stand with Akihiro-san and Amayaiko-san, but I think we get along and might be comrades. I've never been in a relationship outside of my business ones. I couldn't afford it, especially when there were people like Yoshihiro-san trying to use my youth and naivety against me. As dire and chaotic the situation might be, then and now as I write this, I find myself glad to be attending this Winter Court. It has been filled with so many new experiences that I might have missed out on if I stayed in the Port That Never Sleeps. I think I might have gotten off track, lost sight of my goals. Perhaps that scathing note sent to me was right, and this Court is providing the way back. I put myself in a shell, and now I'm ready to come out of it.   When the Kuni finally came, I was given this odd wooden goblet with this even odder fire. I'm unsure how much detail I should go into about the ritual, but this is my own private journal, so perhaps it'll be fine to go into the particulars here? The fire, though warm, had no fuel. I had never seen anything like it before, and I doubt I'll see anything like it again, unless I take this ritual again. We were led from the chambers up some more stairs to the peak of the temple, and were told to pour our goblet fires into different points of a pit. The whole thing lit up like a bonfire. Apparently, it was a test of our spiritual strength, and failure would result in our death. Our instructions were to walk through the flame and pray to the gods, then step out. Simple enough, right?   It was that moment that I realised how foolish I have been. I thought I would be fine with this test. I had lived my life honestly and honourably, there was no reason to believe my soul could be tainted. Curses exist, but not within me, right?   How wrong I was. The flames brought forth unpleasant memories. Memories of the sea, fears regarding my heritage, the guilt of the harm I've caused over these last few days. And the flames... they burned. My skin is still pink from the exposure. I learned that I was lucky; coming out of the flames at all was a blessing for some. Hana-chan was burned by the flames, as was Akihiro-san. I believe the only one who wasn't truly affected by the flames was Hida-sama. And poor Nayoko, apologising to Kagami. If... I'm correct, she may be referring to Agasha Kagami, who died just over a year ago. I thought it was a workshop explosion, but judging from the immense guilt Nayoko is exhibiting, I wonder if she was somehow involved...?   There was no time to ask her about it. She needed to go to the infirmary and have her new burns treated, and I had offered to go with her, but the... "main event" of the night had just begun. I mentioned earlier how Ikoma's performance had been soured. It turned out that Ikoma Daiyu was not Ikoma Daiyu after all. She was, in fact, the Mahou we were hunting, the one called Tomoe. I remembered seeing a vial in that hut last night. Just a small one, containing a dry, dark substance. It read "Daiyu". I thought it was another instance of black jade, but I was wrong. I realise now that it was blood. Blood that must have been taken from the real Ikoma Daiyu. And when confronted, Tomoe was... remarkably easy and accommodating in telling us her story. How she infiltrated the ritual for a chance to kill Hida-sama. She offered her cooperation, oni artefacts and relics, information about her cohorts... in exchange for Hida-sama's life.   I don't know if the others considered it, but it was not a deal I was willing to entertain. I would not be able to trust a single word out of Tomoe's mouth. What if we gave her what she wanted, and she only fed us information that would only send us further into chaos? I also did not want to entertain the wrath of Hiruma-sama if we could not protect her husband. It seemed obvious to me.   I got ready to fight, but... I am shamed to admit I didn't do much. And I didn't last long. Hana-chan and Akihiro-san took the lead, and beheaded Tomoe before anyone could really act. It... made me sick to witness. Her head was... just lopped off. A clean cut, sure, but.   Gods, it makes me sick thinking about it. How my stomach churned, how I exposed myself in front of everyone in my weakness. I was scared, and I couldn't hide it.   Nayoko, bless her, comforted me and took pity on me. She listened to my selfish request for her to stay with me the rest of the night. I couldn't be left alone with my thoughts, else I would never be able to sleep. We treated each other's burns with ointment from the infirmary, and I... fell asleep laying into her. It had been a while since I had done something like that. And... it was with Papa. But it felt... good. Comforting. And like something I want to do again with her. She was good to me, and she treated me with such kindness and care. I hope she thinks the same of me. And... I find myself looking forward to seeing her again.   I hope it will be soon.

I write this fresh from the bath after spending a hour out in a blizzard. Papa would be very unhappy that I've been walking in such weather, especially since I've been hurt by the cold before. I will be surprised if I do not take ill with a cold despite warming up at my first convenience. Hopefully the Kami will see fit to grant me a boon and protect me so I may continue on with this Winter Court.   I do not believe there are quiet days left at this Court anymore. Today was supposed to be the Sadane challenge. Entertaining as it might have been to watch people hurl sanctioned insults at each other, I hadn't the mind for it. I went to the dojo. To my delight, Hanae-san was there, and Nayoko-san had been permitted to train with us. Nayoko-san sparred with Hanae-san for a while until Hanae-san's eye was caught by someone else, then Nayoko-san was in my care. It was fun to duel her. For a long time, I thought making a duel playful was a trait of mine alone, but I was surprised and delighted to discover Nayoko-san shares in this trait with me. It was certainly more entertaining than watching the Sadane.   The practice was not all well, unfortunately. I only heard pieces of the argument between them, but it seemed Hanae-san and the woman who drew her attention, a young Ide woman I later learned, differ in their opinions greatly. It... regarded Nayoko-san, I believe. Which Hanae-san confirmed when she informed me of a blood feud. For what reason, I do not know. All I know is that it will lead to nasty business. I understand how these feuds can come to be - my feud with Captain Kaoru, while tame in comparison, can be similar in many ways - but, I hope for the sake of this Winter Court, no one acts rashly on feelings for vengeance and anger.   The morning was soured further when the horn blew from the Wall. What monstrosities we bore witness to this day. Undead thrown at the Wall, assembling before attacking us. A monster like nothing I had ever seen before, but reminded me greatly of the monsters of the deeps Papa tried to keep me shielded from. I admit, however, that I don't recall much about the battle itself. I remember a ringing in my ears, feeling dizzy as if drunk, and seeing... something on a distant hill. I remember hearing how this figure, this... person needed to be stopped in order for the attack on the Wall to end, and it was my arrow that... struck them down.   I try my best to take comfort in knowing my actions saved a lot of people. The casualties were kept to a minimum as a result, and the number who sustained injuries was smaller than it could have been. But it hurts my heart to know it was me who had done it. I know it's foolish. It's a samurai's job to remove threats to their masters and their empire. I performed my duty, I was praised for it. But none of that clears my conscious, or the blood on my hands. I don't understand the samurai who can do this and not feel anything. I've heard stories of some who enjoy the slaughter, so much so that they wet their blades on the lower castes as part of their rituals.   But, the truth of the matter is, I'm the one who's different in this society we live in. I'm the only one who takes issue with it. It bothered me so much that I had to remove myself from the castle. Slipped away the first moment I could. I couldn't stand to hear their praises anymore. I just wanted to be done with it, to forget. To be by my beloved sea where my problems seems so little next to the vastness of it.   Perhaps it was the Kami, sensing my distress, that allowed my eye to catch upon the jade hairpiece in the river. A fancy little thing that was clearly worth more than my savings could buy. It was hard to believe something like it was in the river, and not missed by its owner. I spent my lunchtime trying to find out who the owner was, and regretfully I couldn't properly answer Hana-chan's invitation to sit and enjoy our meal together. According to an Ashaina elder I spoke with, the hairpiece was crafted by Asawa Kisawe-san, a Crane artisan here at Claw Point. Speaking to her revealed that the hairpiece belonged to the Imperial Princess herself. I could scarcely believe it.   As a personal note to keep in mind, Asawa-san has threatened to unleash the Claw Point guard on me on the account of theft if the hairpiece was not returned by the end of tomorrow. The very reason why I even searched for the hairpiece's owner was to avoid such accusations to begin with. The bloody gall of that woman.   So began the first half of my trek to the Imperial estate. Sometime during lunch and my search, a blizzard had started. Foolish of me, I know, but a little bit of snow would hardly stop me from getting this precious item back to its owner as quickly as possible. I was already eager to have it leave my possession. By the Kami, I regretted my choice fiercely by the time I reached the guardhouse. Thankfully, Seppun Kaijira-san saw me in and let me sit by the fire while she returned the hairpiece to the princess's chambers. Though, for reasons I cannot fathom, she accompanied me back to the Claw Point Castle. I suspect it was simply to make sure I didn't collapse and freeze on my way back. A death on her watch would not reflect kindly, even if the cause would have been my own foolishness. It was... interesting to hear what she had to say. I would never have expected an Imperial to impart personal history was, well, someone like me.

The Court did not begin as expected, to be honest. Firstly, four of the banners had been returned to the walls. Imagine my surprise when I saw the Mantis colours hung directly to the Imperial Princess's left, the Crane next to them. The Unicorn and the Crab had also been returned. Seeing the Mantis mon in a place of such importance made me feel... pride. It is shameful to boast, but that was because of me. How could I not be proud when I got our minor clan a place of honour and prestige? Childish, perhaps, but I will take this as a victory towards my goals. I know should be worried; in taking this place of importance, I have likely angered many of the representatives from the other Clans, especially those of the Great Clans. The chances of a target being on my back are high, and I will have to do my best to not step on the wrong toes. It's really no different from the way I have to conduct myself in my daily life as a trademaster.   A new Champion had been named. The Amethyst Champion, the first one of its kind. It seems it was a reward from the Imperial Princess to the Utaku woman who risked herself to save the Imperial Princess, body and soul. While I admit to being envious she was given such honour and address in Court, I also admit that I am... relieved. A new title, one that has never been held before, holds a different type of responsibility that is well beyond my aims. I wish to be a mere captain, not a Champion of Rokugan, and one who has to define what her "new breed of samurai" will do. She will have a challenging road ahead of her. I'll be sure to keep an ear out for her future deeds.   The only other detail of importance to note before the expected topic of the Court was the Akodo general getting chewed out for storming the Great Hall yesterday. I thought for sure I would see his blood spilt before long. Thankfully, that did not happen.   Nayoko-san's presence was deemed more important. I remember her being calm, but the look in her eyes. There was something frantic in it. Not that I blamed her, her very life was to be debated. It was nerve inducing to get up and speak in front of all those people, especially in a place I don't belong. In front of Imperials, in front of the Great Clans... The one the Imperial Princess called the Champion of Air, apparently a Kakita engaged to an Imperial cousin, spoke first and made some very valid points. I strongly disagree with his proposal to place all four Imperial siblings in the same room together, not with their father's killer still at large and assassins attempting to take even one of the siblings' lives, but everything else, I can agree with. It felt, however, that my words fell flat of his conviction. I should not be surprised, my voice means so little. But the new Amethyst Champion seconded my thoughts, made my voice louder and heard. I had not been expecting it, but I was grateful to find an ally in such a place.   Three others spoke. A Crab, a Dragon, and a Phoenix. It was Otomo-Kakita who engaged them most, and valid points were made by all. But the Phoenix man. There was something about him that filled me with unease. He suggested releasing Nayoko-san to the Phoenix, to absolve her of her sins and... correct her. I don't believe I would have felt right doing that at all. I offered Nayoko-san a place amongst the Mantis, with me if nothing else. I haven't anything to offer but me, but... it would be better than going with that creepy man, right?   The Imperial Princess was both difficult and easy to read throughout the proceedings. It seemed as though her decision had already been made, but her resolve waivered with some of the points exchanged. I do not understand why she would present the decision to the Court if she already had an outcome in mind, unless she was attempting to read people's intentions and get their opinions? And Nayoko-san... it was difficult to tell what she was thinking while she watched all of it. How pathetic we all must have seemed, squabbling as we were. It is important to defend a person's life, especially the life of someone so courageous, but even I could see there was more than that happening. I worry about the state of the Empire if things continue as they are.   However disgraceful our display might have been, the Imperial Princess delivered her verdict regardless. A series of contests were to be had, and they would act as Nayoko-san's trials. A trial of Combat, a trial of Culture, and a trial of Spirituality. To be made a Champion of the South. It is a favourable outcome. For the time being, Nayoko-san is saved.   I went to visit Nayoko-san in her cell at the first available moment. I am curious about her, I will admit, but I wanted to talk with her. To hear her thoughts, to learn about her. Perhaps to see if my intuition about her was correct. She is a funny, playful girl, I must say. I enjoyed speaking with her. And the new Amethyst Champion joined us, perhaps out of some sense of obligation to Nayoko-san. Utaku Hanae-san. A closer look at her, and I can see the gaijin influence of her blood. It is as obvious as my curls that she looks nothing like the "proper" Rokugani, but I could see it more clearly. She and Nayoko-san share a similar eye colour. Nayoko-san's eyes are more piercing, I believe. Not cold, but sharp, like that of a wolf or hawk, alluring and holding the power to draw one in. Hanae-san's eyes, however, seemed warm, like a clear summer's sky. Both were breathtaking, especially in the sea of brown that surrounds us.   Our visit with Nayoko-san felt short. But there was a promise to have sake together when she is finally free. I find myself looking forward to that. Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself, but Nayoko-san might be... more than an ally. She might be, dare I say it, a friend. That would be a first for me since I made port six years ago. But it isn't only Nayoko-san, but Hanae-san, too. I had not expected to make... friends at the Winter Court. Only to do my job as Kiyoko-sama's trademaster.

The Winter Court at Clawpoint Castle has already taken an interesting turn. As soon as the Court opened, the Imperial Princess, Ikoma Kimiko, had all of the Clan banners removed from the walls of the Great Hall. It was something else to see the faces of everyone in attendance, wondering what they had done and then listening to Kimiko's reasonings. They were not prepared to scramble as they did. I did not feel she was wrong to accuse all the Clans of being incompetent; someone let the Oni through and gave way for it to slaughter the Emperor. I wonder how close to her father Kimiko was, and if that is what's fueling her frustrations with the Clans. It was smart, to make the Clans scramble to prove their innocence, their ability to protect the empire. It took courage to pull a stunt such as that, and I can respect the princess for doing it.   Not everyone thought this, of course. A number of Crane elders left immediately. From what I know of the Crane from my time with them, I'm not surprised they would remove their support of her after having their loyalty and competence questioned.   That was a week ago. A representative of the East Wind arrived last night, and I find myself hoping this means that the two eldest Imperial children can put their differences aside. Perhaps it is a hope in folly, but only time will tell.   Today has been just as intense as the first day. The morning was rather quiet. I met with some trademasters still here representing their masters while games of Go took place in the Great Hall and training sessions occurred in the Dojo. I heard an Akodo general stormed the Great Hall, though, with a small army behind them. It has gotten a bit more crowded today than it had been the last week. I first thought it was because of the impending Sumai, but it seems this Akodo was unhappy about the Lion banner being removed from the wall. I heard he was pacified, but I hadn't heard much else about it.   The Sumai in the afternoon started well. The first couple of matches were entertaining to watch. From what I could see, at least, from my box. It was no place of honour, that is for sure, but I did enjoy the company I sat with. But, unfortunately, not all stayed well. In the middle of one of the matches, I saw an assassin, of all things, making their way to the Imperial Princess. I acted as fast as I could, and managed to knock her out of the way of an arrow. Mostly. Regrettably, I was not entirely timely with my rescue and the Imperial Princess was still grazed - and poisoned - by the offending shot. With help from a mysterious ronin, I... ended the assassin who shot the princess. Unfortunately the ronin, a girl named Nayoko, was arrested shortly thereafter. It's a shame, really, she helped the Imperial Princess, only to be locked away in a cell. Her eyes were so blue...   I've conducted business with Lord Hida at the sakehouse. I was only able to complete one part of the trade at my lady's request, the other will have to wait until Lord Hida hears back from his superiors. I admit, it was nice drinking with him, and it was endearing to watch how he and his wife behaved with each other. As much as I detest the idea, if I am to marry, I hope it is to someone I can look at the way Lord Hida and Lady Hiruma look at each other.   But I did learn, through him, that Nayoko-san is to be presented before the Court tomorrow. And... it doesn't look good in her favour. It was suggested that I should lend my voice to her aid, risk what little reputation I have newly received for this ronin. While I'm unsure my voice will be heard, I will do what I can. Nayoko-san helped us, she deserves a chance to prove her innocence.   In other notes, I have not yet uncovered the senders of two of my letters. The first a puzzle; it sounds like something Hisashi would do, though I don't recall him being so pretty with his words. At least not with me. But if it is him, and if I can figure out these letters, there is a prize waiting for me that will help toward my goals. For that reason, I mustn't give up! The other letter... I admit I'm not too interested in finding out who sent such hateful words. I believe it to be another Mantis. I had thoughts of an acquaintance of my father, Ryubuko no Asami, but she's never been the type to gripe. Unless something has changed in that regard. The seas are harsh, working with the Scorpion and Phoenix can be harsher. I have sent my reply, so I suppose I'll just have to wait and see.   Letter I

Makoto.   This will be a tough court, and likely less filled with relaxation and pleasure as some of the courts in Kyuden Shoji have prepared you for. You are to be dining in the halls of the Wall, amongst Crab who do our nation proud, but may not be used to the refinement our lands offer.   Still, our business is supporting these fine Crab to the South. Through your connections, I want you to establish two means of profit down in their lands. First, ensure that Lord Hida understands that despite the conflict of Imperials, my direct family still believes that the Wall is the most important thing in Rokugan besides the Forbidden City and our most Holy Emperor.   Promissory notes are included for Rice to help feed his troops for the next season. Further rations can always be purchased at a price you find discretionary. Fish is coming in at a substantially slower rate, due to a number of stringed mariner curses it seems. Bad nets, hauls that go bad before they can ferment. Prices for fish are unfortunately double their usual, but if you find need to be more lenient, you have my permission to.   Also, on a discretionary basis, there are a number of Jade Fingers that have been given as discretionary artistry for a few pieces here in the Smith's of Juraya Hall.   Roughly 4 boxes with 5-10 fingers apiece. I understand Jade Trading amongst clans is highly regulated, and not supposed to happen without official Imperial permissions, but with the Imperial city in shambles. It only behooves us to ensure the Jade keeps flowing even if artistry fails us.   Try to keep the price minimal, and perhaps suggest sending Daidoji warriors back from the wall, for defensive purposes. I want to keep the wall strong with this jade, but we need to keep Crane interests in mind. Do your Best Makoto.   Also, there is money that can be used to acquire favor and goods from other clans that will be in attendance. Your mind is sharp, and your skill for coin is equal. Do your best to acquire things that I cannot, as I will be in the court of Junya as a request to help Father.   PS. I do not recommend wear any colors of the Crane while you are there. The Mantis Green may be your best asset while visiting.   Kiyoko

  Letter II

Makoto of the Red Heron.   It's been awhile since we have danced a dance like this. Two sailors don't belong so far inland unless there's a river. But it seems our skills keep us busy with those above us in society. So, let's play the game. Figure out my name, and there's a special sailtack from Tempest Island in it for you.   But in the meantime, congrats in making it to the Court of the South Wind. She's gonna be the real winner here. And you're a good person, like half the people here.

  Letter III

It's a shame you use a name you haven't used in several years. Your Gempukku was supposed to lead you to a port or a ship, and instead you went inland at the promise of money and comfort. A river is no substitute for the open sea. Delude yourself as much as you want, but you're no Mantis until you remember what it is to skim the surf with a boat again.   You're just a silly bug clinging to the greasy feathers of a Crane, and when you slip off, the Crane wont so much as bother to look back.