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Masanori
The metal-shaping machines in Tsukiko Academy’s workshop were cold and silent. A wonderland of limitless opportunity for any ki-engineer, yet as Masanori strode through the workshop, most of the equipment appeared new, with only hints of wear.
It was unnerving to come to this pristine place, intent on brute-forcing a brand-new version of his tapper enough to draw on the latent ki both within himself and his weapon.
Masanori gathered a tray of supplies, including a couple of minor aki, from the neatly labelled bins and sat at one of the long, spotless crafting tables. Minor aki were pure, solidified energy, raw as the earth that produced them. The crystals grew underground in abundance anywhere majyu used ki. They fuelled spells in a pinch, but for Masanori, they’d been the
