Dark Edge Village

If the Matsu had not been a calm and collected person, it had been ages ago that he'd have crushed and destroyed the supplies laying before him. Who would have said that doing a fan was such a soul crushing activity?

Every single misplaced stroke made his anger raise and soon there was an unnatural hatred for the Crane and their natural ability for this activities. He crushed another failed fan, closing his fist until his knuckles were white.

Still he had promised a fan and a fan he'd do. Not only a fan. The best fan. The bestest fan.

Nonin was wondering around, as was his want, when he came upon a crushed paper fan. He stopped to pick it up and was examining it when he heard the snap and crunch of another fan being destroyed. He looked and noticed the extremely unhappy looking Lion.

He froze for a moment, then took a deep breath and stepped forward and bowed. "Blessings upon you, Lion-sama. This one is Isawa Nonin, a shugenja of the Phoenix." He started to say something else but then thought better of it and waited to be acknowledged.