Akuji shoved Horatami roughly as he walked away, never did like his methods. Screwing at the pugs always worked better than hitting them with a cane.
He rubbed the sore spot on his head and took a seat by a large ornate bell.
Next to him was a pretty young girl, she wore the uniform of a Blood Dragon, but she didn't look quite as if she fitted in. Her pale skin and fair hair reflected the light of the chambers, making her seemingly glow. She was reading a book on flowers of Kusari, a twiddling a bookmark between two fingers.
"Yelling at them work much?" she asked innocently,
Akuji leaned over to kiss her lightly on the cheek, she smiled and looked him in the eyes.
"Not quite" he sighed, "Whelps still need alot of training, and that loud one is gonna get someone killed..."
"He'll learn" she replied,
Ashley gripped his hand and smiled again, placing a small pink flower in his palm.
"Still don't know where you get these from" Akuji said, examining the flower.
A group of veteran students strolled by, bowing slightly as they passed the couple, Akuji nodded his head to them, remembering each and every one of their experiences under his command.
He didn't know whether he would be chosen to take Otaru Egami's place, nor whether it would be the right position for him.
Hirosho Horatami was obviously trying something, possibly going for the same position, though Akuji doubted he knew about any of the news fully.
He sighed and admired the delicacy of the flower. Whatever happened he wouldn't change at all. Blood Dragons till the end he thought, smiling.
