13
Masanori
Behind Ryoka’s house, hidden beneath the ginkgo trees, Masanori trained. The kata that had been child’s play to him but a jun earlier strained his regrown muscles, pushing his body beyond his limit. Before, he could have practiced for half a day, but now, exhaustion overtook him before he completed his usual routine with his naginata.
He was frustrated enough to continue anyway.
Ryoka, the kitsune priestess, trapped Masanori at the Seika Shrine. He had no idea how the Nightmare and the purple haze didn’t affect this place, but while he recovered from his injuries, he would remain here. He was thankful to be alive, though he would never admit that to Ryoka. At his full strength, he hardly kept the swaths of violet fog from consuming him. He would not survive a night out ther
