Snowforest Taiga akushū

That was the great flaw of samurai, nobles, and warriors of his homeland—they cloaked themselves in enigma, speaking in half-truths while wielding a brutal, almost feral honesty. Who was he speaking of?

Shinjou merely flattened his ears, more out of perplexity than anger or frustration. To serve lords, to swear allegiance, was to accept such a life—to follow without understanding, to march onward despite the veil of mystery, for he was but a single pawn in a vast game of Go.

And now, the man in black had summoned another. Lorroakan—a name as strange as the unseen presence it invoked. Shinjou narrowed his eyes, searching for the silhouette of this unknown figure. Another spectral warrior? One so adept that he remained hidden until the moment he struck? The hooded man could scarcely contain his anticipation—he longed to see him emerge from the shadows…