Tea Time

Yoshiko was too confident in her writing to knock out each letter so methodically. Her cursive text a good bit slanted, as it was clear the weight of her motion shift each letter. She'd sort of do her writing like a swipe attack, at the end of each any eyes would be followed through with a scripted small heart shape. The motion of her hand was quick at the task, she'd clearly done it many of times in her life. More so recently than her past, but enough to have experience and almost instinctive motions. Speed wasn't quite accuracy though.

A question would be posed as the task went on, it was more than a fair question. Given the Nohime's explanation to her request, it was really the natural question. Still it'd catch the brunette off guard or at least seem to strike a nerve, her writing suddenly stopping. Staining an envelop with a solid ink drop, her mind drifted to the past, a place she tried to avoid a good bit. All of it was happy to an extent, but it was the strong emotion attached that made it an always raw one. Thoughts of her father and the words he'd speak to her.

She'd push a bang back, her eyes focusing upon the lettering at hand. She'd speed through it's end, as to not further botch the envelop. She'd spin the pen in hand so the point was no longer over paper but her wrist, she'd tap the back end of the pen with a wiggle of her fingers. Slow enough to not drip ink, but fast enough to show she was thinking. Discard this envelop or not, but more importantly how to answer the question. "Family." Yoshiko would decide upon, as she'd look to Yoko with a solid nod and quaint smile.

The word summed it all up quite well, as it wasn't a direct reference to the one who taught her. Kouen showed her the ropes and gave her the starting for a sound sense of nationalism. The village didn't trust him, but he loved it and would of done anything for it. That willpower and purpose always accomplished great things. "Love is an endless resource and with it allows limitless drive potential. It's love which has pushed me to be the person I am today and it's love which tells me to help better the people of tomorrow." Yoshiko would explain the power of love, as to further explain her nindo. She couldn't speak directly of what actually made her pick the nindo.

The feelings some had towards her father were quite negative, she knew talking about him, especially in a positive light could have it's consequences. Though something clearly played at the special jounin, as she'd drop her pen to lift her tea with both hands. She'd take a deep sip starring into the cup at her reflection, as it'd be an almost dead gaze, her mind letting the reflection of herself distort to others. Kouen, Sanosuke, Akira and all the other connections she made. Where she'd lost one she could lose them all, it was reason enough to strive to be better. These tasks seemed to stack up and limit that time though, it was as though her dreams were less obtainable than once thought.

Could her hopes of truly been childish? No, this was simply a different type of training. A lesson in itself and equally as important as the art of ninjutsu. She'd put the cup back down with a sigh of enjoyment, she enjoyed the simple warm beverage and even her thoughts to an extent. A storm of emotion as both a hot front of happiness collide with a cold front of sorrow. A more normal smile coming to her lips, as she'd be satisfied with her answer and go back to the task at hand again.

Yoshiko didn't know where or where she wanted to push the conversation, so she hoped there was another follow up question. Her mind readied for another curve ball, as she'd sort of dedicate more conscious thought to writing. She wasn't much for silence though, so she'd likely ask something in the wake of silence.