Born as Mika, daughter of Itsuki, I was raised in the small fortress city of Tōno keikoku-tō Shiro as a Ji samurai, as my father had been, and his father and his father's father. We had been a noble house once, but were stripped of our lands during the Age of War before the Iweko had taken the throne. I was raised on stories of Mika the founder of our noble house who had fought with Kakita Masaru at the Battle of the White Stag and saved his life.
Stories were all we had. My mother gave birth two twin boys, Noburo and Rokuburo, but plague took them and my father in my twelfth summer. I swore on their graves that I would make our family great again for them, for my mother, for myself.
My mother had been a talented duellist before losing her hand to a Scorpion, and after begging her three times, I was able to convince her to teach me, while admittedly not the true style of the Kakita, how to fight and more importantly, how to duel.
I took to it with the passion of a fanatic. Even when I was forced to rest from overtraining, I didn't stop. Instead, I spent my time going out to listen to other samurai and learning the arts of court as best I could. There was no doubt in my mind that in order to rise as I promised, I would need a quick blade and even quicker tongue.
When I reached sixteen summers, my mother Junko declared she had no more to teach me and that she was proud of me for how hard I had worked. I remember how warm I felt at her praise.
Determined as ever to bring our house back, I listened to the rumors flying around the city, hoping that I might find a kernel of something that could lead into an opportunity to make my name. Soon. it became abundantly clear that there was trouble brewing and that the the Matsu would be coming to avenge the insult that Kakita Dairou had levied against them
To this day I don't know what possessed that man to break off his betrothal with Matsu Akane and his sister's betrothal to Shosuro Hiro at the same time. But whatever the reason, I saw the opportunity in it. I decided to join the garrison and gamble on the coming battle. Either there would be success or death, and I always did best under pressure.
As it happens, revenge from both families was swift and brutal. Matsu Akane, having gained permission to avenge the insult levelled against her (really who ends a betrothal with, 'I like a woman who looks like a woman'?), took her small force of a thousand Matsu and began sieging the town.
Simultaneously, for some unexplained reason Kakita Dairou and most of his senior staff were found mysteriously dead from various causes. (Definitely not because a certain Scorpion was avenging the insult Dairou gave by calling that Scorpion's mother a peasant. That would be wrong)
With everyone in charge dead, the garrison of Tōno keikoku-tō Shiro was in a state of panic and disarray. We had no leaders, and while the gunso tried to step up, it was clear they had no consensus who should be in charge.
Thus, I took a chance and did what had to be done. I convinced my unit to throw in with me and launch a surprise counterattack on Matsu Akane's forces. It was the last thing they would expect, and if we killed Matsu Akane, the Lion would be in an even worse state than we were.
Matsu Akane was my first real duel, and she nearly killed me. I always respected her for that.
In the end, on hearing that the man she was coming to kill was well...dead, she withdrew her forces, but only after beating me within an inch of my life. It was only thanks to the shugenja that I lived.
Returning back to the city, I was declared a hero for having the audacity to risk it all on a battle that I could not win. There was an entirely inappropriate celebration for us not being sacked. I say inappropriate because by rights, we should have been mourning the loss of our lord. In the ensuing celebration, I got both my first hangover and for some reason, a tattoo of the Crane on my back.
Naturally, when word came that the Kakita army had sent a detachment to help with the fighting, none of the remaining gunso wanted to admit to Dairou's cousin that they had let him die. Instead, they opted to order the hero of the hour to go talk to Kakita Daikachi-sama, chui of the Kakita Army.
Though hungover, I somehow made a good impression and Kakita Daikachi-sama sent word back to Shiro sano Kakita of my accomplishments.The Steel Crane Kakita Takayo, upon hearing the report, decided to grant me the honour of forming a noble house and taking on the Kakita name.
I accepted the honour without hesitation, changing my name from Mika to Kakita Misaki. I have cried but three times in my life, and only one of those times was from the joy I felt. When I first wrote my name out to show to the seal maker to get my personal chop, tears fell on the paper. I was confused at first, because I wasn't sad...it was only when your grandmother came in and commented on the smile on my face that I realized that they weren't tears of sorrow. I had fulfilled the first part of my promise to my father; I had gotten our name back.
And that, my son, is how I began the rise of our house, as well as a reminder of how quickly we can fall. We rose in a generation, fell in a generation and rose again. Keep this in mind when raising your own children.
----Kakita Misaki, when asked by her son about her past.