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Hidekazu
The dragon’s blue-white eye bore into Hidekazu. His vision was dominated by the singular eye. The creature had no face or body or even a second eye, but his imagination filled in the image with cloudy white scales, the icy chill of its presence.
It blinked.
Hidekazu blinked, too. Crossed his arms. This was far too similar to the time he’d meditated, reached into his spirit, only to find a shishajya spirit waiting for him inside. “So? What do you want? I don’t have all day.”
“You’re dying.” The dragon’s voice shook the atmosphere, sending rippling air across Hidekazu’s face. “You’re not afraid?”
“This isn’t the first time I’ve had a dragon in my head. Not even the second time, in fact. You missed your chance to scare me.”
The shishajya that appeared to him had terrified h
