Muramasa is quite proud of his oldest granddaughter." Masamune said, watching a fallen leaf float down the stream past them as he spoke in contemplation. "No, it is not her, Chichi- ue." Tokunotaki confirmed as she poured herself more tea. "Also the sharpness is not strong enough for her." He said with a knowing smile at his daughter's skill and wit. "Your future spouse Colombe d'Aubigny du Chasteler-Muramasa is subtle, true, but not like this blend." He mused. Masamune sipped the tea again thoughtfully as he looked over his garden. The shishi- odoshi spoke once more with the sound of bamboo on granite. I felt it matches the subject I wish to discuss." Long dark hair rustled as the daughter bowed her head. Water splashed on stone in a steady flow joining the stream from the shishi- odoshi. "Subtle, yet strong, A certain surprising hint of sweetness of the young leaves by contrast." Her father sipped the tea that she had prepared for him with skills honed over centuries of practice, meditation, and study.Īn eyebrow raised at the subtleties of the odor and texture. More water flowed, gradually filling up the hollow bamboo. Then with the sound of bamboo on stone the shishi- odoshi pivoted, releasing its water to join the stream flowing across stone.īlue-green eyes sparkled and a serene smile lit up the face of the young woman sitting across from him as the perfection of the moment filled their souls. Water splashed as the tea bowl changed hands. The tea house was filled with the sound of water and nature.Ī gentle yet strong hand whisked green tea into the bowl for the man sitting opposite her in seiza.
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