The sound of nature was peaceful. A good sign, at least.

"Perfect cut." Sabito spoke after the long walk, observing the rock cut in the middle, deep in nature. "And a child did this?"

Perhaps it was time for one of the three of you to speak, but Giyū said nothing, staring intently at the training site from generations ago. Local stories, even for the greatest warrior of the past, are tragic.

"It's from the Taishō era." Giyū spoke. "There were demons in Japan."