They searched the tiny treetop cabin from top to bottom, but there was nothing that provided them with any help. Most of the books seemed to be stories of heroes and legends. His master had been a great enthusiast of such tales, but there was very little they had actually learnt from the texts. As for his journal, they had found it without problem, yet it appeared to possess nothing helpful.
Eiji had many fond memories of lamp lit evenings, watching his master sit at the small table and write in his journal while recounting to him endless tales of wonder. Obviously this was a different journal. Leafing through these pages he found nothing more than notes, assessments of his achievements, training ideas, and seemingly random musings which made little sense to anyone but the author.
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