[X] Meeting with Hitomi
Hideo felt rather out of place in his new room. There was nothing particularly wrong with it that he could point to that was out of place, aside from himself. He had a slightly larger tatami mat now and even a closet for his wooden dresser opened up in the back corner of his room. The light came in on the other side of the room from his previous one but that did not bother him, he was no longer expected to rise with the sun and assemble out in the practice courtyard. He was a man now.
Hideo tilted his head a little at that thought. Maybe this was what adulthood felt like, a curious sense of rudderlessness mixed with anticipation and anxiety for the holdings of the future. He had not really thought about what would come after the ceremony aside from vague dreams of going out into the world to fight for the oppressed and when he was older to find the Tao. Hideo's face took on a little color as he thought back to his imagined exploits as a wandering hero, righting the many wrongs that plagued this bleeding nation. But now he was on the otherside of manhood and for some reason he did not feel any more able to solve the world's problems than before. Hideo shook himself from such doubts, to question is of the Tao but dwelling on unknowable futures was useless for him now. Letting himself get bogged down in worries would only cloud his mind and dull his perception on the road ahead.
Thinking of the practice yard reminded him that he had promised Rouki that they would share a drink together, but upon his return to the monastery Hideo had found out that Rouki had been taken by his sensei on a week long trip into the woods. It was likely that they would not spar again with each other for a very long time as Rouki still had another year as an acolyte before his gempukku. Hideo found himself walking out of his room without quite realizing he had even decided to leave. There few monks on the inside of the samurai's side during the day, many of them feeling the need to commune with nature for weeks if not months at a time so Hideo did not meet anyone on the way out of the living quarters. He passed by the kitchens greeting a few of the older samurai in the traditional way of clasping his hands in front of himself, no longer required to make a full bow.
The courtyard was wet from slowly melting snow that trembled down the mountain slopes in slow passes. Arranged on the far side of the brown muddy surface was a group of young initiates participating in the slow movements of their katas led by a senior monk. Further on Hideo spotted two of the older trainees balancing themselves on a rope suspended across the southern well.
Hideo found himself looking for the distinctive spikes of hair almost as an afterthought. But Hitomi was not outside, at least not within view of the monastery. He exhaled a long breath watching the air fog up as it left his mouth and disappear into the wind. Perhaps she was in her room, it was close to lunchtime and she often meditated there when not with her own sensei. So Hideo turned around and went back into the main hall, passed the kitchens, and stood before the door to the trainee's quarters with an almost nostalgic beat to his steps. Walking down the hallway felt so much stranger now that he was a man because he did not feel any different. Indeed he almost walked passed Hitomi's door to walk to his old room out of the habit that many years of crawling back in the dark bruised and hurting had ingrained in him. But he stopped himself and stood outside her door.
The sound of his knuckles on the stone archway were muted so as to avoid bothering any of the initiates who might also be in their rooms. Perhaps she was not there Hideo thought as he stood there in the moments after making his presence known. Soft scratching sounds from within proved that thought false and then the door was pulled open from within.
"Hideo-san." Hitomi said her eyes going wide. She was dressed in a yellow robe that seemed a tad too large for her, though he knew that was how she liked it. Her hair was especially pointy today and between the robe and the green of her eyes Hideo thought she looked the very picture of a Dragon monk.
Hideo felt his lips pulling upward at the surprise on her face. "Hitomi-chan. May I come in?"
She did not reply but instead moved out of the doorway into her room. Hideo took the unspoken assent and walked in after her.
The room was so much like his previous one that the differences stood out starkly in contrast. Her mat was situated directly in the center of the small dorm and the only two pieces of furniture she had were pushed up together behind it. While Hideo's dresser had seen better days it appeared that Hitomi took better care of her possessions as the rough unfinished wood contained few if any scratches. Her clothes were separated into two piles, one obviously just cleaned and neatly folded at the foot of her dresser the other dumped without care near the doorway.
While Hideo had been getting his bearings and fighting off the sense of deja vu Hitomi had pulled out a cups from the cabinet placed it in the center of her mat next to her own and motioned him to sit. Hideo moved himself to sit crosslegged and let her pour him a cup while he continued to take in the room.
"Congratulations Hideo-san. We all knew you would do well." She said after taking a sip of the tea. "But it's still nice to see one's faith rewarded with proof," she ended with a smile.
"Thank you." Hideo nods in appreciation.
"I was hoping to speak to you actually. As you know I am only a little younger than you and well..." here she trails off and fixes her gaze on the cup in her lap.
"You are worried about the trials?" Hideo feels a little lost at this line of questioning because he is honestly unsure if he has anything to offer her. He is certain that she would never had gotten her ass kicked for insulting a psychopathic blind man and he was unsure if he should say anything about the ceremony at all. While no one had said he could not talk about the trials at the same time none of the older brothers had offered any advice beyond being truthful. Which in a place devoted to the Tao could have meant anything from not lying when asked questions to hinting that the ceremony had something to do with solving riddles.
Hitomi raises her head and Hideo is struck by how intense her stare is, the green of her eyes seemed to be penetrating into his brain.
"Please, if there is anything you could tell me, I would be forever greatful."
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I apologize about putting this question point here, but it seems the best place to cut it. After this scene will be meeting with your sensei, who you guys choose to be Togashi Fuki, probably the nicest of the candidates. I will put his and Hitomi's stat sheets up later (at least what Hideo would know). It looks like Lion won so good luck with that, vote will close in 24 hours.