She was a diamond in the rough. She wasn't perfect, and her setting certainly wasn't ideal or beautiful. She was beautiful. Completely, utterly beautiful.
What she lacked in grace and femininity, she certainly gained in authority and power. She controlled with a steel fist and a ruthless heart. As ruthless as only a woman could be.
Shigure knew all too well that hell had no fury like a woman scorned. And Akito was a woman.
Instead of glitz and glamour of a jewel or gem, she was strength, emotional and physical, like an unbreakable but beautiful diamond in the rough.