@_vex_: (I lied, I just had to switch accounts, LOL)
Before him stood his most recent pupil, a son of Gothic, a defender of a city forsaken by its own government. And where he began as one too brittle for the mountain's harsh disposition, now the man was one of strength and fortitude, a warrior whose resolve was as resolute as his devotion for the greater good. He felt a sense of pride, Ishin. His gaze, ever-changing in its hue, held the Gothic son in his line of sight while Keijijo clansmen, lined in ceremonial position for the ascension of an outsider into one who had learned and mastered their secrets, held a collective gaze of respect. Ishin was a minimalist, and his words would be few, yet his gaze, his gaze spoke all the words of validation needed.
There was no subtle gesture, no inclination of the head in respect and cordiality. No, an outsider who succeeded was deserving of more. Ishin therefore, bowed. His courteous communication, sincere and genuine before his previous posture returned to him. "Take pride in your achievement, son of Gothic. And never forget", he paused, "That to the outside world, we, the Keijijo Clan, are to be forgotten". It was a simple request, the only request. That they remain relatively unknown, beyond the reach of most, beyond the radar of the outside world.