Two rivers split from the Skyfall as it descended from the clouds. Masanori’s sure feet navigated the large, slippery stones that formed a path across the smaller, lesser-known stream that curled through the rocky terrain of the Konarerian Mountains.
“I sensed Sagishi’s ki around here somewhere.” Masanori stood tall in the middle of the raging river, searching the rivulets of water and mist for flecks of Sagishi’s colourful light or the other spirit in need of attention. Mist dappled his clothes when he lingered. “But now there’s nothing. Are you picking up on anything?”
“No, I don’t sense him anymore,” Tama said. “The energy around the river is chaotic. If he’s here, he’s using the river as a mask.”
YOU’RE USELESS, AREN’T YOU? I THOUGHT TRACKING ENERGY READINGS WAS YOUR SPECIALTY.
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