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I was deep in my slumber that night after a battle well fought. It was a close one all right; a threat of death was posed. A berserker in the night nearly held me captive. It seemed his axe was recently sharpened, and was excited for the scent of blood. I am assuming his excitement wasn't as strong as a certain someone's dedication for me. Why? Well, this man happened to save me. His agile ways always have served me, with no failure contained. He was a man of pride.

The moment he clogged the axe wielder's path to me, he turned to me. There was a very pleased smirk on his face, his eyes closed, giving me the very thought of him saying "You're welcome. I'd much rather die than you." As soon as that moment died, I gave a quick strike with the Noble Yato. I finished off the enemy.

I wish we could all be like that to one another; Nohr and Hoshido alike. We could all be welcoming towards one another, and all peace would be infinite. However, there is always something in the way of that; this time, it was Garon. That monster the Nohrians called "father."

I was surprised when Xander couldn't see the pure evil the obsidian ruler has. He didn't want to withdraw his troops and join me and the Hoshidans. Neither did the other three. It triggers sadness in my heart to know none of them followed me.

Once all of my reflective thinking came through, a bell was rung. My eyes slowly became exposed to the light around me. Looking around, I saw the same Nohrian butler I saw every morning.

"Hello, lady Kamui. How are you this morning?" He smiled the same as always.

"I'm fine. You ask me this every morning. Why worry?" I replied.

"You need to be one-hundred fifteen percent satisfied. I always have to be notified when you aren't 'fine.'" He told me. He then handed me a boiling-hot glass of tea. "Your favorite," he said once it was handed over.

He knew me so well, of course. The drink was pretty sweet. The heat was just right as well. The cup looked the same as the others. It was white, had this pattern that reminded me of Nohr, (Purple wavy lines, with black ones parallel to the purple streaks.) and had a matching plate.

I took a sip, and put the cup on the matching saucer. "So, do you have my agenda set up already?" I asked.

"As always." He smiled, and handed a schedule. "First, I will be making breakfast for everyone in the mess hall. Then, we have a war meeting. Of course, Ryoma and Takumi will be attending as well. Afterwards, you will be having your daily bath in the hot springs. Then, another meal will be cooked by whoever is in charge in those hours. After your meal, you'll have a sparring session with Ryoma, he expects to see you. The rest of the schedule varies, depending on the war plans." He said in one breath.

"It's good that you memorized that." I mentioned.

"Yes, every little detail is important to me."

"Well, if breakfast is first then, should we be going?" I questioned.

"Of course, milady. This way." He led me out of my own room like a four-year-old lost in a mansion.

We walked down the path, passing by the armory, rod store, lottery shop, and smithy. Right beyond those buildings was the mess hall. There was a few people already gathered there, waiting on food. What was odd was it seemed everyone in the army had shown up, except for Setsuna.

"Setsuna!" I yelled to her. She was actually had her back toward the mess hall. Ugh, clueless, isn't she?

She turned around to see a crowd of hungry master ninjas, spear masters, snipers, etc. "Oh, are we eating?" She asked.

"Of course, come on over!" I responded.

She walked slowly towards us and suddenly got attacked by the puppet guarding this section of the castle. It already had its yumi out, ready to strike. He pulled and the arrow went after her. I heard something move, but I was completely unaware of what it was.

Then, out of nowhere, something blocked the arrow's way from damaging the clueless retainer; it was Kaze. Shoot! I could never tell when a ninja was moving from place to place, but he guarded her.

"Leave it to me," Kaze turned to look at the jumped Setsuna. Her face was a faint pink. I guess she never experienced a rescue with a ninja in action before.

Kaze exterminated the puppet fairly quickly. Of course, he used his best method as a master ninja: shurikens. His weapons were like an extension of his body, and flowed like water. He simply disappeared and then he beheaded the puppet while reappearing.

"Your battle has ended!" He cried as he became invisible yet again.

I immediately turned to Jakob. "What was that!?"

As he was serving the "customers" he came up with a theory. "Hm, it appeared the puppets have malfunctioned."

I gave him a skeptical look. I was nothing when it came to technology such as this. Of course, it is pretty obvious as to why; I was sheltered the majority of my life. "What do we do about that?"

"Fear not. Remember my endless abilities at your command. I actually happened to study the anatomy of puppets, and I know how to reboot them back in position. If my work fails, and of course it shouldn't, a mechanist would know the way."

"Well, shouldn't you be taking a look now?" I asked.

"What does it look like milady? Does it look like I have an extra set of arms and legs? No. Forgive me for the delay, but I'll get to it once I serve all the soldiers. Here, have some of my fine raw slices of fish."

He gave me a plate of the fish. It was finely cut. Every little detail seemed perfect. Every slice was the exact same size! The aroma was pleasing too.

Another detail I have noticed about Jakob was the fact that he kind of sassed me off. I turn to see the puppet, with its head dangling and made a big decision.