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Shiori studying the work she had done mending her bow. It has snapped when she pulled too far back in a fit of rage when she had found out that her brother had fallen for some woman. And that woman didn't even need to be approved by Father! She huffed and hissed for a moment upon thinking about it. Her father was too protective of her. She loved him as any daughter would but at times it was smothering. She shook her head and inspected her work once again.

"...Father knows best." She bit her bottom lip and got up. Taking aim she locked onto a target she had set up a good distance away and let the arrow fly in it's direction.

Shiori had been so lost in her feelings she had not realized there was someone else in the area. It was only once they drew their weapon and sliced through the arrow did she snap out of her thoughts and return to the current situation. "...Ah... Forgive me!" She shouted and waved over. Shortly after she gathered her quiver and approached the poor Pockettu she almost took down.

"All it takes is an air of overconfidence to meet your end." Shiori commented. She had been told such ever since she was a baby. Her father was quite reckless in his youth and he wanted to make sure his children did not meet the same unfortunate fate that he did. She smiled a bit regardless and shook her head. "May I ask what you're doing here? Hardly anyone comes by this way..."

Shiori gave a small smile as her reply. "Strangers? No. Trespassers? Yes." She paused before chuckling a bit. "...I haven't introduced myself yet... I am Shiori." She bowed before him. "It is a pleasure." It had been a long while before she had met another warrior outside of her family. This chance meeting perhaps was fate in her eyes. But of what sort? Was he an enemy? An ally? A wanderer? She did not know.

Shiori looked away to hide a small blush on her cheeks. He was a handsome Pockettu... but she couldn't let such thoughts cloud her mind! If he were an enemy then it would give him a faint advantage. Quickly she managed to gain control of her composure and returned her gaze to Zenjiro. She eyed his outfit then the sword. "You appear to be a warrior, in who's name do you fight?"

Shiori took praise lightly and with a ten foot pole. Her father had warned her about others, especially male warriors. Many would not think twice about using a woman for their own night's whims before tossing her aside leaving her heart broken. Not saying Zenjiro was like that but she couldn't be sure. She had only just met the guy and already he flattered left and right. "A man without a lord is a man without goals." She crossed her arms and raised a brow. "May I ask why you have not sought a lord?"

Shiori nodded at his response. "Understandable... but I do hope you find someone worthy serving eventually." She had never served another lord other than her father but she found his men to be loyal to their dying breaths. Her father was a bit senile in his older age, the toll of war clearly have taken the better years of his life - and his arm and eye. Regardless she found her father to be compassionate and caring for his men. He would give his life for them just as his men would do for their lord. Shiori wanted to show her loyalty and devotion to her clan but it was hard being a woman. Her brother after all seemed to be the favored for taking head of the clan once their father passed. Many belittled her behind her back saying she is trying too hard to be a man. But her father and her 'mother' never discouraged her. If she wanted to be a warrior then who were they to stop their little girl from manning up? It wasn't like she was throwing away her feminism.

She looked towards the target she had missed and smiled a bit. "I've seen first hand what serving a lord you truly care about can do. It brings out the best in your abilities - having something to fight for, other than yourself."