IC: On the island of Odaiba, Dashi farmers tended to their fields. In this case, their work was not too hard; unlike some clans, the fields they cared for were only of modest size, enough to keep their clan healthy, and perhaps to take a small harvest to market if the year was bountiful enough. By the standards of many clans, this would have made them seem poor, almost paupers in the grand scheme of things, and no higher than the most minor of clans. But even the highest clan knew better. The Eiyu were not land-rich, nor rich in political influence, no, their influence lay in the mind. It was no secret that the Eiyu contributed many of the empire's scholars, and it was a fact of which the ancient clan was proud. They had lasted countless generations to reach the present day, a claim that not many clans could make. Off the top of the Toroshu's head, she could think only of four, the Hogo, the Umbraline, the Ageru, and the Fursic, that had maintained real standing over the years besides themselves. It was an accomplishment, to be sure, and one that Sonei was no doubt beaming at from his place in the life beyond this one. As Nihonei surveyed the courtyards from her office, she could see the latest crop of Menti warriors training under their instructors. They were the very youngest group, and in fact, they were only just learning the finer points of Ideatalk. If she tried, she could hear them taking hesitant, clumsy steps onto the mental plane, learning to broadcast their thoughts at will. A few more advanced students, visible from the sheer delight on their faces, had already figured out how to distinguish one classmate from another, and were using this newfound knowledge to try and identify their peers by mental feel alone. Watching the proceedings, one would have thought that a whole new world full of wonder had been opened to them. And in a way, she reflected, it had. Not long from now they would begin experimenting to see what specialty they preferred, and from there, their instructors would carefully select the partners that they would work with for, if nothing went awry, the rest of their days. It was a special bond that they did not yet know, and one that they would learn to treasure. With a sigh, Nihonei returned her gaze to the book in her hands. Though once she had been where they were, that luxury was not one she possessed any longer. On clear days such as today, much of her time had to be devoted to ensuring that the clan ran smoothly, including but not limited to managing their political standing, their finances, and the day-to-day workings. In truth, she knew she could not complain; much of the work was already streamlined before it reached her by her advisors and her staff, ensuring that only matters important enough to require her attention did, in fact, receive her attention. Compared to some Toroshu, she did not have nearly so much to complain about. She still had time for her own pursuits, be they scholarly or otherwise.But, nonetheless, she did miss the simpler days. The days when her own abilities were so exciting, when her own partner was always close at hand. That was another thing te Menti in the courtyard had not yet learned, and Zuto Nui willing they would never have to learn; as wonderful a bond as it is, when one's partner is no longer nearby, their absence is acutely noted, no matter how long, or short, a time it is. But she digressed. Such were the ramblings of someone who, as her staff often noted, seemed determined to be old before her time. Her clan was thriving, her students eager to learn, and the state of the empire was stable, even prosperous. That was enough.OOC: Consider the Eiyu introduced! Anyone who wishes to speak with the Toroshu can feel free, in the meantime, I'll move on to the other post I need to make here, and working to get the clan firmly established. IC: The bridge between Odaiba and Sado was, as always, quit beautiful. It was bright, sunny day, the weather was mild, and the ocean like a great crystalline mirror, shifting and rippling softly under the slight breeze. The bridge between the two islands stretched over this sparkling water to connect the two seemingly opposite worlds of the agricultural land and the shimmering Imperial City, a bridge between these two diametrically opposed, yet inextricably linked worlds. No doubt a philosopher might make a statement of that, or a poet a beautiful descriptor, but the Dasaka that leaned against the railing was neither of those things. Crystalline lenses perched halfway down her nose, inquisitive eyes peered down at the text held open in her hand, transfixed by the knowledge within. By all appearances, she was more scholar than warrior. With her attire and her youth, one might easily mistake her for a scholar or artisan, more interested in the words before her than combat. Her athletic build was disguised by the robes she wore, her crystalline armor hidden from the sun, and no weapons visible upon her person. Indeed, to most Menti, she seemed of trivial consequence, no one of importance, no indicator of her clan or status. And she would have remained of such trivial importance, were it not for one thing; Though quite oblivious to this fact, she was blocking a significant portion of the bridge, having stopped to read in one of the narrowest portions of walkway. OOC: Sinshi is open for any interaction.