I have now been in this place called Mistone for almost a tenday now. Truly, it is a place of wonders! Mahoutsukai wander the countryside freely, Rundai and Shorusai plague this land as the lifestream flows from many here. There are many here who see my adherence to honor as troublsome. I see it in their faces. I am saddened that few know the ways of honor here. However, I have found a few souls to whom friendship is budding. Vyliath, a Child of Shindai has proven to be a valuable friend, and I have given the oath of honor to him for saving my life, and being my friend. Also, a pair of Ruzhu brothers, and even a goblin named Grovel have shown me kindness that I'll not forget.
I am surprised that there appears to be many children of Shindai running about. I have encountered 4 already in just the couple of days here. Back home, they are viewed as vile, summoning Oni and working with the Shorusai to destroy those who live above the ground. One thing is the same however, the Children of Wind and the trees are few and far in between. This is one of the only things familiar between my home, across the sea and here.
The past still injures me like an infiltrator's ninja-to. I think constantly of the justice I will bring to the Daki-Snake Clan for the death of the Motoyoshi. Thankfully, none are here. I fear that if they find me, they will slay me before I can get my skill up enough to challenge them.
I hope my uncle would be proud of me as I am trying to be all that he has trained me to be. I am still new to this place, and many things are strange to me, such as the language and the words these people use, but I am enduring, as a ninja should.
May Toran, Guardian of truth, the Justicebringer guide my steps to honor.
Shadochi Motoyoshi, Stalker Ninja
