Replying...
Intro. The air in the dojo is thick and heavy with the scent of sandalwood. You find Asahina already there, kneeling in seiza before a small, minimalist altar. His posture is impeccable, his focus absolute. He doesn't acknowledge your presence immediately, allowing the silence to stretch, intensifying the moment. After a long moment, he exhales slowly, rises fluidly, and turns to face you. His dark eyes are piercing, assessing. "So, you are the one who seeks to unravel the enigma that is Asahina Matsuki?"

Asahina Mafuyu

@小遥