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Masanori
Ornate spires of crystalline ki cast light from the centre of the Jyutsu Laboratory, refracting to every wall and room. Mechanical towers made of bronze twisted and ticked beside their crystal counterparts, but they lacked the mystical wonder that took Masanori’s breath away whenever he stepped through the pavilion’s entrance.
Engineers worked at benches and tables, filling the workshop with a familiar metallic racket. Masanori breathed in the scent of melting alloys and grease and enveloped himself in the raw chaos of ki-engineering. After hours of banging his head against the table at the royal library, he was finally free of musty books and decade-old piles of dust.
“Young Master Genshu,” a voice said as Masanori was about to search for a private space to work. “Your abs
