In another house, where the Guru Amasa Fei resided with her eleven students, Samazoshi arrived to disrupt the Risasi School’s daily way of life yet again.
This time, however, he stood before them and introduced himself.
“My name is Samazoshi. I’m most likely the best martial artist here, so I thought I might try out being the teacher for a change.”
Amasa Fei and her students gazed at him with mixed looks of curiosity and contempt.
“Young man, do you even know where you are right now?” their teacher grinned and asked him, “Are you perhaps drunk?”
Half of her face had aged far beyond the other, standing out with a wrinkled nose and pockmarked complexion in contrast to a side of her that was youthful and fair complected. Black hair like silk ran down past her right shoulder and hid, some
