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In the hall, Daishisen could hear the wails of the tradesman. It was clear that they were emminating from the chamber of the White Widow. Tsukiko always did have a short temper. It was one of the things that made her so imposing as a Kraken. A tiny smile played on Daishisen's lips as the screen door came open. She figured she would see the poor tradesman fall from his feet like a stick, come loose from the mud. But, instead of a wounded man, there stood an elegant lady, clad in white;Tsukiko-dono.

Daishisen gluided up to meet her, and bowed low in salutation. "Good afternoon Shiro(white)-dono. You are looking as lovely as usual." Her tone was cool and even, respectful but not submissive. She knew Lady Tsukiko's power was great, but mostly elementally surprise-oriented.