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Masanori
Low tables with cushion seats and arrangements of pink chrysanthemums dominated the dining hall. One time, Torra told Masanori about how, during the winter, each table turned into a toasty kotatsu, where students huddled under multicoloured blankets while completing their homework.
Thinking of her at Tsukiko Academy made Masanori’s reality heavier: she was missing, and his admittance was temporary. When Lacotl was captured, Masanori would return to his life as a ki-engineer.
“So, boy, why do you wish to become a bushi?” Kansai settled at the table across from him with a bowl of piping-hot soba, topped with fried egg and garlic. “You must understand you would lead a complicated life with no ki.”
Masanori shovelled rice into his mouth and focused on the fishy aroma of the ah
