Blackfeather Woods BLADE ARTS III

bird flap their wings, bursting into wild flight far off in the distance, deeper into the heart of the forest. when masa redirects towards it, he smells it — someone else is here.

who it was, the wind did not tell, so masa only follows it. his camp was only himself and a halfeaten rabbit, it could be abandoned.

further, then, he stalks, hoping for answers. hoping it is not another challenger.