"Mhmm," Ichika agreed on Hide's note. "Well, I enjoy poetry. Writing it, reading it. When I was younger I always found myself attracted to the arts like my mother was before me, even if she never became well known for them. Yet, it was poetry that really took me when I was," she put her down to the height of 5 or 6 year old Ichika. "Ever since I fell in love with it I've been reading, listening, and writing poetry ever since. I think a lot of Samurai these days forget about the heart of what it means to be one and," she waved her hand in front of her face. "Let me not go on too much," a short laugh before she kept the momentum.
Glancing between the two she smiled, "Seems we have the body, and the mind," and then she put her hand on her chest, "and the spirit," she said with a short giggle.
"Well," she said, finding them a place they could sit among the garden for a moment. Taking the first seat, "What do you both hope to have come of this Miai?" she asked, looking to Hide, then Satoru, then back again if need be, expectantly until someone answers.
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