“Kojo Eja?”
“That’s me. I was told you weren’t fond of drinking, so I thought I’d honor your words and speak to you straightforwardly. If it’s training that you seek, then I can help you. It is your conduct, on the other hand, that makes this issue problematic.”
“There is no problem,” Zoshi replied.
Without another word, Samazoshi launched himself toward the old sage and drove the dark blade around his left fist through Kojo’s chest.
Simultaneously, the image of Kojo broke apart and flowed with translucent tau around Zoshi. Zoshi failed to catch himself in time, thus he breathed in some of Kojo’s zol. The tau he’d inhaled continued to flow upward and infiltrated his mind: Samazoshi’s Imago was overtaken...
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Samazoshi
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I was an infant when my father disappeared.
