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Hidekazu
The egg-shaped sapphire on Hidekazu’s staff glimmered with blue energy as he hefted the white wood above his head. Each deliberate movement formed strokes for the kigou to fuel the newest spell in his arsenal—one for revealing hidden objects.
Or, in the combination Kira taught him, people.
The fan-like leaves of ginkgo trees fluttered in the warm breeze conjured by the symbol for wind, kaze. Hidekazu closed his eyes, letting the spell drain ki from his stores like a river would from a lake. Streams of cool and hot energy twined together, bleeding from his spirit and pores and into the open.
His senses flew with each speck of ki. He caught a whiff of the body odour from Kira, Kansai, and Masanori—although he couldn’t distinguish them—who stood just behind Hidekazu, waiting
