Isaki Tenken
Tenken stare out the window at the waves lapping against the outer shore of the island of Moon with a regularity that threatened to bring on the dreamless sleep of late. The water came in and crashed to the sand, flooding back out into the ocean and dragging away a layer of the earth with it. It reminded him of himself of late, how the waves of time seemed to be eroding his own mind. Ever since the clan was handed over to him he felt like he was out of his element within it. Tenken was used to being the outcast who no one listened to, the goody two shoes who was ignored. It was a different thing to lead.
Now he was expected to uphold the clan values he didn't believe in, to allow things he found wrong to their core. He tried to remove the 'indiginous work program' his family had going in some of the poorer countries and nearly got assassinated for the effort. It took little to see that his power was not very substantial. His father seemed to be running things behind his back, and it worked and Tenken had no clue why. And now he was being told what to do for the good of the clan, because the clan didn't want a leader who would change things. They wanted a puppet now. Hoshikata be damned, for the man left him with an impossible situation it seemed.