Ever since the Crane had risen to their heightened position, numerous pretenders would presume to usurp a place among the lauded Five without truly understanding the stakes of their shared Legacy. This new arrival from across the Western Sea was a victim of that hidden feud. Some ambitious party struck out and took the family of the girl, a familiar story many had known which stoked vengeful hunger. Yet this ruddy, knock-kneed child of fourteen had none of that fire in her heart. Anything that would convey that distant blood relation to the Grand Master would be just that, distant. This was pronounced further in the back ranks of the dojo, so placed at the wish of her elder relation.
Aiko, the Grand-Niece of the Grand Master. She was not immune to the expectations people held of her, nor was she deaf the mocking echo behind her back in the wake of her lacking delivery.
Fezzan, a large summit of a man, was the Head Crane in those days. His balding pate bore the scars of incense, furrowed over a heavy, hairy brow that hung from the fringe over his temples that was as brittle as it was greasy, tracking its bristly sheen from where met his twisted, sneering lips. His purpose was to train and test warriors, by example and by force, and so he refined those under his tutelage in his own way: Ikken Hissatsu – to kill in one strike. If a pupil could not do this, they were no Crane, and he took a sadistic pleasure in breaking their wings.
Whenever the mood struck him – by cruel necessity or by fickle offense – Fezzan would call for a Kumite, pushing the limits of Ikken Hissatsu ten students at a time. Excellence is tested by competition among the unrefined, but to start one needed to be a competitor to start with. Thus Fezzan would never acknowledge Aiko. He could do little to dissuade her, but every time she asked the purpose of one move, or the nature of ki, she would never get an answer. He would not bother with her for fear of the repercussions, so she was ignored, a living ghost at the back corner.
Aiko the Untouchable Princess, regarded with neither applause nor contempt. Her Great-uncle's presence was a shield, her clumsy limbs her leaden anchor. As time passed, the ranks pushed forward and she remained standing still.
It was during a heated day of Fezzan's testing where another pupil dared to disobey when ordered him to come at him. He had a streak of rebellion in those young days, and from the rear of the dojo Aiko took notice of him during his almost fanatical training after session hours, seeing from afar a solitary, silent hunger that came over him. She remembered Ochazuke had the merest words in response to the challenge. “If you injure your students what do they learn?”
“Their place,” came the sneering reply, “and the rest will catch on.”
He spat on the floor of their common dojo before him. “You're a disgrace. You should've kept your head tucked inside the broken shell the Grand Master found you in.”
Bringing up his past was a sure way to enrage Fezzan, and when he did so, ki armored his countenance with his specialty, Tetsuzan no Kamae - the Iron Mountain stance. In disputes between Cranes it was usually Fezzan who walked away. He was eager to prove his strength on the pulpit of the dojo floor, and nine students were quickly fallen to prove his loyalty to the cause. When he came for Ochazuke,without so much as a blink his junior evaded him with lateral steps, staring directly in the his eyes, never retaliating until he ceased his violent swings.
“Come at me! All talk and no guts! Can your technique back up your words?!”
“We do it your way,” Ochazuke replied, “and the rest will catch on.”
“So you admit it. You'd stand no chance against me.” Fezzan shook his head. ”But I will not tolerate this insolence. We'll settle this with a proof of theory. Jitori will represent me. You will train a white-belt...”
The frizzy hair on his upper lip bunched as Fezzan bit his teeth into a wide, spiteful grin.
“Little Aiko! But I am ever a magnanimous senior. Pick the time and place!”
“The beach. Late noontide. Three months is all I'll need.”