Cheng put on a one of his finest robes, shined his armor, sharpened his katana. Why you ask? All of the fuss was obvious, the grand Taishogun was hearing the samurai's in his grand throne room. He entered the courtyard outside of the throne room paying attention to every single detail, he was very observant.
He thought to himself:
"The Taishogun and the Dragons are grand indeed when they can build such marvelous wonders..."
He passed by you women in the courtyard. As soon as they saw him they just couldnt stop looking. A tall strong man, a samurai, still a Oban within the Dragons but strong in will and in battle. His shiny armor reflecting his sense for honor and bravery.
Even though he was in the most protected place of all, Cheng always had his arm on his katana....always on guard....
Cheng was not a man to ask for position, he was not a man to ask for greatness, he is one of those that keeps silent and does not say a word. Instead he earns all the honor with actions and not meaningless words. Upon enetring the grand room, he noticed a fellow sister, he glanced at her quickly and turned to the other side.
There was an empty corner in the room, there was no light in it, it was shrouded by shadows. Cheng sat there, took out his sword and put it on the floor infront of him. He observed silently not moving a single muscle. The only thought he had in mind at that time was to see the Taishogun, kneel before him and offer his life. For if the Taishogun requested so, Cheng would take his life right there, for the familly and honor in battle that the Taishogun has given him in the Dragons is already worth more then life itself.
.....he sat there....observing with his mind, listening....Everyone glanced at him once in a while but Cheng kept his eyes closed......he felt reborn in the great hall..
