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Formerly the ASU group at Yahoo. Present time for the Ronins.

Five years since Talpa was defeated and still, the world has not really known peace. There are many evils still in the Mortal World the Ronins have to face, but they have one evil on their side. The Warlady Dannin Hyrosha, softend by Ryo's words about her brother Anubis' final hours, has joined their cause. Still many more evils come from Kayura's world, the Neather Realm, and the young Ronins find themselves traveling often between worlds to combat evils.

Of course, on campus, Dannin Hyrosha still feels like the odd one out. Ryo and the other Ronin Warriors had told her to take a few classes at the college to get her used to the modern world. So far, the only classes she had likes her the ancient history classes. She sighs, sitting at the edge of a pond with her notebook. Lately, she had been writing what she remembered about her childhood, about her clan. But she had been so little when she and her brother, Anubis, joined Talpa, that she could not recall most of it.

Dannin brushes her hair back, the old habit of her cat ears trying to show itself. True to the Wildcat blood in her veins, she hears her name and snaps her head back, looking at who had spoken.

If she was a student or a teacher, Dannin could only guess at the woman using her laptop. The young Wildcat pushes herself to her feet and walks over.

"Sunny afternoon," she says in greeting, "I'm Dannin Hyrosha."

Dannin nodds, "Writer, you're lucky to have such a skill. My friends sent me here to school, since I just moved here."

She runs a hand through her hair, feeling flat cat ears under her hair.

Not now!she thinks to herself.

Dannin nodds, pulling out a black and red bandana and setting it over her ears before anyone could see. She smiles a bit.

"I know the feeling," she says, "I work over at the Date dojo and share an apartment with a friend of mine and his cat. My friends, I haven't really known them very long, are kind enough to me. So are you a student or teacher?"

Dannin looks up at the sky, then smiles a bit.

"Sure, I got some time to kill," she says, then blushes a bit as the question about reading the books.

"There's a problem with that," she says, "I've heard about them, but you see, I can't read modern japanese, just the old characters. That's why my friends are helping me with classes. I lived up in the mountians for so long, I didn't go to a traditional school."

The old man of the library. That's what they called him when they thought he wasn't listening. Since he spent the better part of his time there, studying texts in Japanese, Korean, Chinese and English, the students who observed him muttering to himself by the windows at night sometimes snickered to each other, sometimes pointed. Batrias, however, didn't care. He had found something remarkable and he was determined to pursue it.

So far, he had spent two years in the library, and, during that time, he had read about two-thirds all of the books inside. The library was attached to a university- which, he couldn't remember at the moment. His mind had grown slippery of late; he was always distracted. Yet, for that one text in Cantonese which described the Jewel of Life, the Soul Swords of Fervor and the Armor of Inferno, he would be at peace. Nothing would be bothering him. That one text, though, baffled him.

How was it that someone in China obtained detailed information on the sacred artifacts that played instrumental roles in defeating the netherworld and its master, Talpa? How was it, when Talpa had never been able to conquer beyond Japan? These were questions to which Batrias wanted answers.

Her motorcycle did not really look like much.... unless you knew what the Kawisaki name meant. It was a bike meant for speed- a racer.

When she removed what turned out to be a fake-me-out slipcover (one that made the bike look covered in dust and dirt) it was pretty. Black and silver, with a stylized dragon dancing across the sides and a work of art similar kind of dragon winned around the handlebars, in shiny chrome. It almost looked like a tiooer for a staff from an ancient clan, sans the rings. the kanjii on the back read "Tamashii" - the word for spirit that described the attribute best.

There wasn;t much for a back seat- but it was there. Asako passed a deep blue hemlet to Dannin as she put a hemet that matched the obviously specially-painted bike.

"You'll have to hold on to me rather tightly, there was never much space for a second seat- though I got it as long as I could. I won't go too fast."

She adjusted her messenger bag so it hung directly in front of her, and got on.