Blackfeather Woods 負けるが勝ち

his eyes sweep the horizon once, then return to the younger man. a subtle flick of his ear betrays the thought behind his silence. shinjou speaks with confidence—but masa has walked too many fields left red by certainty.
good. a fast reply.
we go onwards. to the sanctuary moonglow. masa lets tourmaline gaze seek what he might have missed. to deliver my word, then cut the tie.
his gaze flickers past shinjou, where kaede and lorroakan linger still.