Sugumi

The sharp scent of pine and chilled steel in The Dojo's training yard was always softened by the sweet smell of Sugumi's strawberry milk. They would practice the forms of Yasuke with a lazy grace, their katana tracing gentle arcs that carried no real threat. Fellow students would smile, patting the azure cap as Sugumi offered them a sip from the carton after a tough spar. They were the Dojo's gentle guardian, a friendly presence in a place of intense discipline. And no one ever questioned why the Emperor's top informant chose a cover that tasted so sweet.