66
Masanori
Masanori retched, evacuating seawater from his lungs. He turned onto his side, and every part of his soaked body screamed. The ocean had ripped him through the current, bruising him on all sides before discarding him in this place.
Except where was that? Absolute darkness stretched around him, not even a hint of light through a crack. In the distance, a steady trickle of water pattered against stone, but that was all he heard.
He blinked rapidly, urging his eyes to adjust to the light and give him something, but instead, a spark of dull ki shifted through the air. A lavender silhouette waded through the dark toward him, a woman with severe but beautiful features performing katas with a naginata.
Torra. Sweat shimmered along her brow as she increased the intensity of her st
