The game is set during the reign of Hantei the 38th, almost an entire decade before the Clan War. Gorgeous in her way, and enjoyable if only in silent companionship, Michiko lends a light to the samurai. Quiet at the right times, and filled with insight at others, there would be less Yume without Michiko. There is little that is more pleasing then a knowledgeable attendant. A duality, the athletic beauty of the Otaku battle maiden is only enhanced by her knowledge of calligraphy, and the art that are her letters. Her voice comes from her actions, her attunement to the word around her, epitomized by her ability to steady her great sword, to shrug off enemy attack and only strike when the moment is true. But she speaks with few words, and those that she does are quiet and delicate, carried away easily. Where Akemi needs no voice, Fuumi speaks with such a confidence that none could deny her. Her breath carries no voice, her tiny frame carries no imperfection, and her blade hand carries no doubt. As she practices her kata, as her blade flashes out, time stills, and the outcome is constant. There is the still of early morning in her, the sureness of the moment that never changes.
The fact that she took to their techniques so thoroughly lends credence to the idea that Crane and Imperial family marriages only strengthen both lines. With the exception of her dark hair, the wisp of a duelist that is Akemi could easily pass for a Kakita. When the melee is over, so ends Yume, and begins the nervous, stuttering breath of Kitsuki. The maelstrom of melee is alluring, and so is Yume. Able to catch others eyes, but unsure of what to do with their sight, she prefers the poetry of motion in violence. Yume, always Yume but once also Kakita, refuses to change.
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