Masaru Akachi put on his Rising Sons Robes for the first time in his life, slipping them on proudly. He picked up his katana and fixed it onto the side of him. He was smiling, about to take his first stroll through the court halls, and if able, the actual room.
Stepping outside his room, he entered a brand new atmosphere. Everyone there wore their different robes, some resembling things such as ranks. The main hall was big and full of fellow brothers, all fighting for the same 'cause. As he walked through the halls Masaru gazed upon the walls bearing paintings of former and current high-ranking blood dragons. And below the paintings would be a little biography about that person. The young dragon walked slowly, reading the short information about many people. Miyamoto, Ryuu Noboru, Itagaki Dato, he had heard of these names before and was learning more about them just by all the whispers in the halls. But then Masaru stumbled upon a portrait with no name or biography. Just a painting of a person.
One of the Rojus that had been sitting down on a nearby bench, watching the young Oban, stood up. He approached him, then tapped on his shoulder.
"Zoinks! I mean.. Hi there!.. Er. Konnichiwa!... Uhhhhh.. Heh?"
The Roju was old, and apparently dieing from it. He eyeballed Masaru, head to toe then said,
"That's Hirosho Horatami."
Masaru Akachi looked at the portrait, then back at the old Roju.
"A who what?"
"A former shogun. For a small time. I was a close friend of his. Always supported him and his ways. And still do. Even though he's not here right now.. Don't know where he is.. "
The old man bent his head down a little and appeared to fall asleep.
"Uh.. Sir? Old man? Heeeeeyyyylllloooo?!"
The Roju sprung his head up, looking around, confused.
"Uh. Sorry. Sometimes i don't get enough sleep.. Anywho. Where was I?.. Ah yes. He's not here. And i don't think he's coming back."
The young oban raised an eyebrow.
"That's it?.. "
The Roju turned to face him.
"That's it. Brush up on your history lessons boy, it'll come in handy here... "
"Pft. Ooookaaaayyy weird old man."
The Roju opened his robe a little, and took out his cane. He held it in his hands for a moment, looking at it, then shrugged and bonked the kid on the head with it.
"OW! What was that for?!"
"Learn some respect... In fact. Meet me over there on that bench every day so i can bonk you on your head."
