samurai arrives upon long black legs, cloaked in scars and grey. passing tourmaline stare over kaede, to whom he dips his head with deep reverence and pause.
then to... the fox. kitsune. there is no visible sign of what crosses the mind of the man when he lays eyes upon the thing. but within his mind, there is only curiosity. omen, trickster, messengerโhe does not know which it may be. but he knows better than to draw blade where wisdom urges stillness.
he is a man of honor. there is no honor in striking the clever, the small, the sacred. masa is silent for some time, before he speaks.
then to... the fox. kitsune. there is no visible sign of what crosses the mind of the man when he lays eyes upon the thing. but within his mind, there is only curiosity. omen, trickster, messengerโhe does not know which it may be. but he knows better than to draw blade where wisdom urges stillness.
he is a man of honor. there is no honor in striking the clever, the small, the sacred. masa is silent for some time, before he speaks.
i greet you.a clear of his throat.
i am,strong slip of quick-tongued accent,
akashita masa. who stands before me?
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