Blackfeather Woods the assassin's road

your blade is accepted. for as long as it is drawn in honor. the only thing that masa would ever step forward to enforce. he was not a leader of men—at least, he did not wish to be. that was something he had left behind long ago. and yet more and more people floated to his side.
his response is flat, lacking grandeur, but it is not dismissive.
when kikyō turns again, seeking leave for the kill he was denied before, masa does not hesitate. you do. eat. tourmaline gaze narrowing faintly as they drift to shinjou. there will be no more insult.
it is the final warning he will give.