You brought no steel, little warrior.
Kaito looked at his empty hands. They were no longer clenched into fists. They were open. shounen ga otona leer
Not for him—for the village. A slow, grey rot that crept up from the lowlands, withering rice paddies and stealing the breath of the elderly. The priest called it a curse. His grandfather called it a consequence of a forgotten promise with the forest spirit. You brought no steel, little warrior