: About Me

"Michi? What are you doing?" The boy's eyes took in nothing except the knife and the metre-long piece of wood in his hand; his ears, nothing but the sound of the edge of his knife whittling away at the branch. He wanted this one to be perfect. It was his occupation and job of sorts to carve these, but this piece was to be for his own use. "Michi?" He was semi-aware of the footsteps of his mother softly approaching and sliding open the door to the room. Tomo Yashira, sok of the local Eishin-ryuu kenjutsu dojo, stepped inside to see what her son was doing. Either training or working on carvi...