12 - Hidekazu
The gardens around the dragon dormitory were filled with bright swaths of gold and crimson leaves, green a distant memory. Hidekazu's pavilion was half the size of those meant for the oni, tengu, and kappa students—which only housed ten people. If there was another living in Hidekazu's building, too, he had yet to encounter them.
He held his fox-lined cloak close against the bite of autumn wind as he ventured from his room and toward the Academy's front gate, where he promised to meet Chizue and her friends for the Night Festival.
Though apprehension trickled through Hidekazu with each step he took, he needed to do something other than study. He placed a hand on his wrist, the carved flesh throbbing at the contact. So far, Naoji hadn't broken through. If anything was worth
