The town of Nishiendo, Rukongai, was beginning to bustle with activity as those within began another day’s work. Men worked diligently in the fields around their homes, while others worked within the forests for the firewood that would heat their homes. The woman were mostly busying themselves by carrying large baskets of clothes that had either just been washed or where on their way to be washed. The sight was reminiscent of the daily activities Kusaka often seen within Horiwari, only there it was done to a greater scale with more organization. The Kori clansman was seated at the lone window of the double room where his two young cousins, Itazura and Mariko, lay sleeping. Mariko had been injured and scarred quite badly and the shock of the event had drained her by a quite a good bit physi