Hoshor Plains BLADE ARTS I

he could finish the job right now. he is not needed in yellowstone, nor anywhere else, except for where she is. masa can only sharpen his eyes underneath the foul crinkle of his brow, unable to do much besides scrutinize the man where a blade may be.

may i ask what is the purpose of your people? his voice remains like bass: powerful and deep yet subdued. any frustration he may have felt is hidden by a lifetime of discipline. even if, in the end, he is no better than the mangy thief that scurries within the stalks of grass.