Morning Meeting
Is the Tear's vision over yet? Damn it! I had so many more questions to ask him. Yoichi thought, slowly realizing that he was talking to the spirit of the deceased Dragon King until a few moments before.
As his senses reconnected with the real world, his ever-watchful gaze framed the mat on which he had been meditating moments before. Surprisingly, the first detail he noticed was the incense stick that continued to burn within the crock.
In the same place where he had left it, that object should not have lasted long, and yet, it was still there, from before he had begun to meditate.
The sun coming through the window was still tepid and dim, shyly hidden behind the clouds. Stretching the muscles in his neck and arms, Yoichi looked outside the Dojo and noticed that the people training in the courtyard were still the same.