Among the students who attended Akihiro's it was perhaps Yuki who demonstrated the ownership of the gentlest soul. She always presented herself neatly and her movements were very delicate and graceful, made as if she were in a state of constant peace. And maybe that wasn't too far from the truth, she never found herself feeling remorseful or resentful with others and unless something unfortunate or direct was to happen to her it was unlikely you would approach her without receiving a gentle smile for your company. Some believed it was this which made her great in the art of the sword, for she saw no competition or indication to cause harm, only art and an instrument in which to convey it to others, be them friend or enemy. 

Yuki could be found in the dojo's garden today, sitting upon a red blanket which she'd neatly folded and placed on the grass. With her was a small wooden table on which sat a small tea pot and a single cup, hot steam wisping into the air beside her. Her sword lay on her other side, laying comfortably as the young women merely enjoyed the beauty of the garden. A fountain lay across from her adding to the orchestra of sounds which the garden sang to her, from the sounds of the birds to the rustling of the leaves as they gently brushed against each other. Yuki took in a large breath before she exhaled, closing her eyes as she gave a soft smile before opening them again. "What a beautiful day" she said to herself before she reached over, pouring the hot water onto the leaves in her cup. She stirred the contents with a small silver spoon, raising the cup to her lips before taking a small sip to determine how long she'd wait for it to cool.