Keiji had been throughout over the past year. Attacking Wolverine's clan, learning they were not responsible for his mother's fate, learning how his superiors had manipulated, and a newfound outlook on his place in life. He'd derve to better the Hand, not its leader. Worship of the Beast, abolished. Ressurection rituals, forbidden. Attacking inncoents, punishable by death. It was a slow process, but Keiji believed it to be possible.
He had been sitting at his desk penning potential edicts to sway the other lords when he felt the warm blade on his neck. He didn't need to look so see who it was.
"Kobayashi-san. It's been some time." Not since the underworld conflist where he asserted his new goals in life. "Can I help you?" He tried to keep the hint of tenseness out of his tone. She always had that affect on him.
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