in the fog, worsened by spring climates, is where the samurai is most comfortable resting. finding a nook where he could lay his muscular body along, the dark man fights the urge to shut his eyes once again.
morning has come. and yet the wandering noble cannot get his body to move. it rejects his will.
betrayed by his body, masa retraces the steps he has taken. he has arrived faster than his target — its scent is not carried by the air. but now that means he has the opportunity to lie and wait. as soon as the wind tells him where his target lies, he will follow it.
but a second idea crosses his mind: what if she never made it? and this furrows his brows. perhaps his target has already been slain. a wave of turmoil washes over masa and he lifts to stare beyond the fog as if to check if a ghost now follows him.
morning has come. and yet the wandering noble cannot get his body to move. it rejects his will.
betrayed by his body, masa retraces the steps he has taken. he has arrived faster than his target — its scent is not carried by the air. but now that means he has the opportunity to lie and wait. as soon as the wind tells him where his target lies, he will follow it.
but a second idea crosses his mind: what if she never made it? and this furrows his brows. perhaps his target has already been slain. a wave of turmoil washes over masa and he lifts to stare beyond the fog as if to check if a ghost now follows him.
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camp - by Masa - March 23, 2024, 10:23 AM