Greatwater Lake 湖

why are you here, brother? voice a rasp, eyes pulling firm upon the man of dark furs and pale mask. he appears a spectre, moving from dark brush that blooms with the spring. dull tourmaline eyes awash over the man he has not seen in what has been a year.
the only man who has understood honor in the way that masa has. a blade, quick, cutting. undying in his loyalties, but having fled the nest which coveted them both once. masa cuts now; a katana, slicing through wind and earth, coming to stop a ways from the son of akashita.
is there news from the capital? a flicker of concern tightening his jaw. tell me, otōto. it must be urgent, if he has sent you so far. his only heir remains abroad, and you are the last son within the isles.