Author Notes:

I finally completed a Second chapter! This is clearly a good thing, right?

At the moment this isn't fully beta tested, but I plan to re-update as soon as my beta gives me the ok.

As for the chapters, this is the last one that will have a more direct influence from the 'Naruto:Path of the Rikudo Sennin'. Maybe there will be something about the results of Kisara training, or how our favorite hyperactive ninja appeared on Kenichi's world, but even them it will have my own spin into it.

*Spoilers*

I think some will believe Kisara overreacted too much, and that was pretty much right. She was willing to do what he asked even if it sounded strange, but she have some prejudice on weapon use due to how she associate those that learn and use it.

In a sense it is the same as Kenichi prejudice in essence, since he could take Shigure's training and simply walk around unarmed if he ever feared to take things too far, or he could simply remember that she isn't Apachai and would be the least person on Ryozanpaku to send him to the hospital or a body bag, which Apachai almost did several times in the past.

In Kisara case it is more an association with weakness and helplessness to use a weapon, along a few other things. There is a certain hypocrisy on it even on canon material, since she is willing to use high heels on her boots to give herself some extra advantage.

As for Renka, I think she got really smitten by Kenichi when he went out of his way to help her, but my memories on that is still a little vague. I do know she didn't had a high opinion of him initially.

*End Spoilers*

Sorry for the almost/complete cliffhanger, but I will try to not abuse of this power in the future. Please review and tell me your opinions about the story. Thanks for reading.

I don't own anything except original characters, but using them on works of other people kind of invalidate the point.

At first Kisara hadn't understood what he meant.

Was he going to teach her how to be a ninja? He certainly didn't looked the part, but then again she only knew the term from reading manga and watching movies. She was also somewhat aware of the fact that various schools that taught ninjutsu still existed, mostly because she read it in a sports magazine.

The first one that sprang on her mind was the Bujinkan founded in 1978 by Masaaki Hatsumi. Though the details of the style slipped her mind, it dealt with a vast array of skills and more than one martial arts tradition. While it isn't an 'invitation only' type of martial arts, such as certain sword traditions or more conservative family styles, it wasn't exactly easy to find. Which was why she had originally settled on the more mainstream Taekwondo.

Of course, the fact it had cool looking ground kicks and flying kicks played a minor role in deciding her chosen style.

Though it appeared to be genuine, she was skeptical on the fighting potential. Sure, the ninjas of the past often had the job done, but mostly by taking the coward's way and striking from the shadows or other underhanded methods. Even if effective in it's own way, she doubted a ninja could take an equally dedicated martial artist in an honest fight.

However, she made sure to stay silent. After all, she did agree to be trained by him and embrace his teachings. She could always voice her concerns later.

"I assure you, the shinobi training is more than enough to handle any conventional martial art," said her master, startling her.

"W-what? How did you-?" But before she could finish, he let out a laughter, stopping their walk towards the inner walls.

The entrance had an outer wall covering the hill and surrounding the temple, a very large tract of land if the endless wall was any indication, while the place she entered had a small house used as a checkpoint to meet with outsiders and visitors. They still had to walk a bit more before reaching the innermost buildings behind a second set of walls, much bigger than the outside ones according to Rikudō, thus their walk and subsequent stop.

"It's not funny!" Huffed the new apprentice while the master tried to recompose himself.

"Heh, sorry. I didn't mean to laugh, but you really need to work on mastering your emotions. You reacted the same way I would've a few years back. It was so nostalgic, I couldn't hold myself". He told her while taking a small glance backwards, smirking at the sight of her blush, eventually resuming the walk.

"What you know about shinobi is tarnished by the movies. By what I could see most of the ninja in them were nothing more than Genin, the lowest rank for a shinobi, and they are dirt cheap to hire. That's why in movies where a ninja is the protagonist or last villain he is much stronger, because he is a Jounin, the elite." He took another glance to make sure she was still following him and listening, finding himself pleased by her concentration.

"The closest thing on this day and age for you to compare would be Commandos, specialized units for hit-and-run tactics or raids, among other things, combined with Spy training."

They were approaching the wall and Kisara could see the large 'gate' written in hiragana with it's letters painted in red, taking more time than she expected. But then again she wasn't expecting a wall almost as tall as the trees, however she didn't had the time to stare at it since the inside was much more interesting.

It wasn't just a building or a temple, but a compound of buildings in a mix of traditional shinto architecture and modern construction. The biggest and most traditional looking building was the sleeping quarters, while the others surrounding the immediate vicinity had varying degrees of completion.

The main road split into three, with the first continuing along the initial road and arriving on the complex, while the other two went to opposite directions on the side. The right wing had a sign which read 'training grounds one through twenty one', and the left wing had a sign for 'rural area', whatever that meant.

"Right now, only the main building is finished, which is where we will sleep while in the urban area. The infirmary and armory are coming along nicely as well, though the rest I still need to check some parts before continuing." Her master said when he noticed she was staring wide eyed at everything, not for the first time wondering what kind of deal she had gotten herself into.

"Since when was this... What is all this?" Asked Kisara, losing part of her eloquence while trying to describe her temporary home. 'Wasn't this supposed to be a temple? This looks more like a military base with how complex it is.'

"Two weeks and some days ago, I believe. Though most of the work was to create this clearing and make the training grounds." Because he again said such things with a perfectly straight face, it was difficult to disbelieve immediately.

"You mean all this was constructed in less than three weeks? How is that even possible?"

"You can do wonders with at least three thousand pairs of hands working at the same time," he said while leading a mystified Kisara. "Now, let me show you your room before it gets too late. We have a lot to do today and I want to start before breakfast."

At another location inside the city, in a place called Ryōzanpaku, where some of the strongest martial arts masters gathered, the residents were having a typical morning with it's typical background noise.

"Ouch! Once mor- argh!"

"I think that's enough sparring with Miu for now, Kenichi," a deep and smooth voice called. If someone had to compare with something, it would be 'high class', just as the owner of the voice Akisame Koetsuji. "Take a break for now. You too, Miu."

She nodded before going back to change and hang the remaining of laundry, while Kenichi remained on the ground panting.

"Is it finally over master?" he asked when he finally tried to stand.

Kenichi had gone a long way since his first day, increasing his stamina, power, flexibility, and reflexes to the point of being considered a veteran athlete with only a few more years of experience.

Compared to his initial physical condition, he had been practically reborn as a new person, though his masters would never say it to his face. He still had a hobbyist view on this life style and completely underestimated how much he could improve. Let alone the amount of effort necessary to improve and break past normal human levels.

That, and he had a low learning curve for certain facts of life.

Like this example, a certain universal law called 'Don't Tempt Fate'.

In response of his challenge, a huge sound not unlike thunder, but were in fact merely two focus mitts hitting each other, answered with the always followed dreaded sound.

"Apa."

Akisame caught him by the collar of his white keikogi, also called dōgi, but he had to give it to the boy: when it came to certain things, his disciple's reflexes and reaction speed where already at master level. Too bad it was directed at bad habits.

"M-master, I-I b-better prepare f-for school. Miu-san must have f-forgotten, so-so..."

"Apa!" said Apachai, the Death God of Underworld Muai Thai, with horror in his eyes. "Kenichi can't be late for school! Maybe we can train later." He said the last part in a sad tone, and Kenichi felt he just kicked a puppy, if said puppy had a height of around two meters (or six feet seven inches) and was built with muscles over muscles, not counting the fact said puppy could kill him several times over with just his little finger.

Yes, Kenichi wasn't the least bit sorry for kicking that particular puppy.

"Aha ha ha ha!" Akisame gave a laugh that was not entirely forced, honestly amused by his disciple's tenacity. "Don't worry, Apachai. Starting from April of 2002, also know as Heisei era year 14, which is surprisingly this year, officially there is no school at Saturday in Japan. Kenichi must have forgotten that."

While Kenichi was being dragged of by both Apachai and Shigure, the resident Genius Weapon Master, Akisame tried to settle himself to make yet another Buddha statue when the telephone rang. Since Miu was still occupied with chores, he resigned himself to delay again his art.

"Ryōzanpaku, Akisame Koetsuji speaking. Hello? ...Oh, it's been a while..."

Meanwhile, Kenichi was doing his best to stay alive, running more than dodging when training with Apachai, and each 'APA!' was like the angry cry of a fierce god of war, which was a fitting description.

"... No, not yet. Maybe on the evening?"

"APA!" Kenichi dodged the last punch out of sheer dumb luck, but sadly it was only a distraction for the main attack.

"... Really?" Akisame said while trying to ignore the noise, not really succeeding. "That's wonderful. I will..."

"A~PA PA PA PA PA PA PA PA PA PA PA PA PA PA PA! A~PA!"

"GYYYYAAAAHHH!"

The Philosophical Master sighed once. "Apachai, could you please train more quietly? I'm on the phone here."

Properly reprimanded, Apachai nodded before smiling back at Kenichi. Him, taking that as a sign, sent his silent thanks to his other master. Surely now he wouldn't get as beat up as before, since without the shouts, Apachai won't put too much power in his attacks. Right?

"!"

"GYYYYAAAAHHH!"

"Not you too, Kenichi. I'm on the phone here, be more considerate."

Kisara was still tired from the 'warm up'.

It had been some time since she settled down and changed her attire to something more durable. At the time she was using a black dōgi with a mesh shirt underneath, which strangely fit quite nicely to her body, and a pair of black sandals of the same type her master was wearing.

When she heard that they were going easy today to test her, she had first thought that it would actually be easy. When they started the warm up, a hundred repetitions of some easy calisthenics exercises and a few laps on the inner course, she thought there wasn't anything special on that test. Now she was cursing herself for tempting fate like that.

The first order of business was for her to run at top speed for as long as she could, at least three laps on the outer course of training ground one. It was a very long running course, special emphasis on long, with obstacles ranging from trees, rocks, shifts in the elevation, depressions and even small bodies of water she had to either jump over or run through in ankle deep water.

After about an hour, she managed to end the three laps only to be prompted to do some cool down exercises and be set up to run again on the inner course, only this time she had to keep running at top speed 'until I say so'.

She was released from her training after half an hour, just to do another set of cool down exercises and going back for breakfast. She was half expecting just something simple, maybe bread and milk or even some fruit, however she saw a small feast waiting her.

It was a large table with a full course Japanese meal with rice, fried eggs, fish, pickles of various vegetables and flesh ones, miso soup, a few varieties of fruits to pick up as desert, and a bottle of milk 'for the bones'. Suffice to say there weren't any left overs, even if she wasn't used to eat this much, and she thought her energy had returned completely.

So far she was ready to continue with whatever training he could throw, but the next thing he had planned was quite surreal for her.

"Cat's cradle," Kisara asked while staring at the string in her master's hand.

"Yes," he said either oblivious to his apprentice's tone or simply not caring. "You do know how to play, right?"

"Of course I do," she said slowly, trying once more to put some sense into this situation. "What does that have to do with our training?"

"For the next hour we are going to play it, of course," he didn't miss a beat, answering with that same tone of voice, slightly amused by his apprentice's skepticism.

Not that she didn't liked the rest, and she understood the need to do at least something instead of lazing around, but playing a kid's game?

It was already noon when Kenichi stopped his training with Ma Kensei on the basic movements of his punching technique and the required endurance and strength training. Not because the master wanted to call it a day or another master would take his turn, but because today there was a special surprise guest coming and all residents of Ryōzanpaku were going to greet him.

"A friend of the Elder? Do you have any idea on who he is, Akisame-shishou?"

Akisame hummed while stroking his mustache, giving only a smirk after taking a quick glance to Kensei. "You will see soon enough, Kenichi. And speaking of him, he should be arriving now."

As if on cue, the front gate opened revealing a short, bald man with a long beard and mustache wearing traditional Chinese clothes and a small, round sunglass. Fortunately for some and unfortunately for others, namely a certain Ma Kensei, he was obscured by a rather tall girl, for Japanese standards.

She had her black hair in a strange type of twin short pigtails that went upward. Wearing a body hugging cheongsam, also know as qípáo, with a skirt way too short to be called decent, and her body was at least as well endowed and perfectly proportioned as Miu,'s was if not even more so. Not only that, but Kenichi could say with certainty she had a cute face that would make many boys and even grown man droll at her on sight.

Unfortunately that beauty was tarnished by the look of pure rage and outrage on her face, which wasn't directed at Kenichi for once.

"Where are you, father! I came here to drag you back home!"

While Kenichi was both awed by her melodic voice and trying to suppress his thoughts with oaths of loyalties to Miu's angelic form, he didn't noticed the spot previously occupied by Kensei had a sign written 'went fishing'. He was almost outside of reach when he bumped into Fūrinji Hayato, the Invincible Superman of Ryōzanpaku, and was stopped in his tracks.

"Hi, Renka-chan," meekly said Kensei while internally cursing the Elder.

"I didn't came for a simple 'hi,' father!" She said while stomping towards the shorter man. "I'm going to drag you back to-"

"That's enough, Renka-chan. If I knew you would cause this much trouble, I should have left you at the restaurant! I thought you wanted to talk with the father you haven't seen for some time."

The girl flinched once, before meekly muttering a soft, "Sorry, grand-uncle."

Soon after the short ordeal, everyone was at the table enjoying tea and some snacks, with the two guests formally introducing themselves. The older man was called Ma Ryou but he is mostly know as Hakubi, Kensei uncle, master of a variety of Chinese martial arts and considered Yokohama Chinatown most knowledgeable person.

Coming with him was Ma Renka, and as both the name and her early outburst suggests, she was Ma Kensei daughter who was living with her grand-uncle. In the mind of Kenichi he was still in state of mild shock, not really believing someone like Kensei could have procreated of all things, let alone have three children and a wife back at China.

Of course, in order to put his disciple in his place Kensei had to show a special photo of him in his youth surrounded by beautiful women. Kenichi tried very hard to pretend it wasn't his master on the photo, reasoning that maybe he was showing a younger sibling instead of him, but on closer inspection he could see the more mature face reflected back on the picture.

It was only his short hair, and very well hidden bald head, with weird mustache that made him look so differently. Hell, if he managed to maintain even part of his old looks or at least show his age more graciously he would still be 'scoring the ladies', but them again he had to restrain part of his perverted nature. He was still short in both photo and reality, though.

But on top of everything he was also the leader of a martial arts organization with over a thousand students! According to him his situation is 'complicated' and prevented his return back at home, however according to Renka he just wanted to get out of a tough job and enjoy his rediscovered bachelor freedom.

Even if Kenichi would always respect his master and be willing to place both his life and future on the man's hand, he knew deep down there were at least fifty-fifty chance for the latter reason to be more accurate.

Trying to restore what was left of his dignity, he allowed himself to talk.

"So uncle, not that I don't appreciate the visit, but why are you here with Renka-chan no less? Something happened?"

Hakubi set aside his tea for a moment and taking off his sunglasses in order to wipe them out, building enough tension that everyone stopped talking, and with a dramatic light on his glasses he started.

"I wanted to discuss something serious with my nephew, and it is dire enough to tell my great-niece, so I decided to visit. Now, what do you know about the recent cases of crime lords being targeted?" He asked in all seriousness, earning a frown from the other masters and a confused glance from the two teenagers from Ryōzanpaku. Surprisingly it was Sasaki Chio, the Hundred Dan Brawler, who answered first.

"Apparently there is a group that started to target some crime lords in the area, stripping them of their power, influence, money and even political backing. There is more, but that's the gist of it." He downed down his beer before continuing once again. "Maybe you came here to tell us more about it?"

He nodded before continuing. "If you remember correctly, the first case happened on Yokohama. It was one of the strongest crime lords of Chinatown that was put out, and naturally I would want to know who managed to bring him down with such brutal efficiency."

He looked from behind his sunglasses directly at the Elder with eyes full of suspicion, and in return the Elder simply raised an eyebrow at this man antics. Hakubi nodded once before sighing and taking a sip of his tea.

"After doing some private investigation by myself I managed to amass some information about this case. What I found out was both curious and distressing." The three teenagers gulped as they heard that. Both Kenichi and Miu because they had an ominous feeling, while Renka never her grand-uncle this serious.

"Apparently the downfall of Chinatown most fearsome crime boss was due to the works of a single young man, I would guess between your disciple age or maybe a year or two older. He was blond with light blue eyes, yet his eyes shape speak of clear Asiatic ancestry. Average height and sleek build, and if some rumors are accurate, 'able to break a wall like it is made of wet tissue'."

Silence fell on the house, all silent mutterings stopping with everyone focused on Hakubi. Even Kensei and Shigure stopped their usual battle between camera and knife under the table, and after a while Akisame was the first one to speak again.

"So we are dealing with a Master Class Martial Artist at around Kenichi age? It's impressive to say the least." He said in a thoughtful manner while sizing up his disciple, a strange glint appearing on his eyes.

"It is worse than a Martial Artist", Hakubi interrupted Akisame musings. "He is a professional. The problem with the police entering the domains of those people aside, there isn't any clues to who this man is. The few witness I approached barely saw him, and I had to make this picture of him out of few clues from various different sources."

"Not only that but the work itself doesn't have any obvious flaws to it, and even if some clues were discovered only the police would have access to them. Besides, various other activities where reported with the same Modus Operandi. Well, with the exception of the assassination of Kei Retsumin."

"Assassination?" This time it was the Elder who spoke first, which earned a nod from Hakubi.

"Apparently he was hired as the bodyguard of the first victim of this unknown martial artist. A few days later of his downfall, the police arrived at an hotel room where they found Kei corpse already at a good decomposition state. Without proof to the contrary, officially he committed suicide by cutting his throat with a kitchen knife, hitting the carotid artery on the neck and bleeding out in a matter of seconds. But there is no way that man committed suicide."

Kenichi shivered at that. It must be a very painful way to die, even it is rather quick, though he did wanted to ask why Hakubi was so sure this Kei would never kill himself, or how he came up with that much information, really. Once again the Elder beat him to it.

"Of course Kei Retsumin, The Human Calamity, committing suicide is as ridiculous as me ever losing a battle!" He said the last part with a hint with humor, trying to lighten the mood a bit but failing spectacularly. However finally Kenichi managed to ask something, though it was quite low on his list of priorities.

"Human Calamity?"

"Yes. He got that nickname on his organization since there are rumors he killed more people than any plague ever has. Once when tasked to kill a man in a village, he simply killed everyone instead of searching for his target."

Kenichi was both speechless and ready to pass out. This was too much over his head! Why his masters where talking about such dangerous person who could kill this 'Human Calamity' and make it look like suicide and get away with it?

"Well, there is only one thing left to do." Said the Elder, grabbing everyone attention. "We will leave things to the police for now!" Kenichi used his strength to both avoid to plant his head on the table and to cry rivers of joy, knowing that whatever this murderous psychopath is doing he is on the opposite direction, far, very far way from it.

"As strong as we are, without information we can't really move, and when the police finds something they will surely need help." To Kenichi horror all of his masters nodded in agreement before Akisame looked at him again.

"Well Kenichi, since the world have become this dangerous I guess we have to step things up don't you think? You better be prepared since this isn't going to be as easy as before."

Before Akisame could end his speech, only three things went through Kenichi mind.

'Before? Easy? MORE?'

Kensei was very proud of his disciple when he found out that instead of his disciple on the usual seat, there were only his 'went fishing' card.

Children those days grow up so fast.

It was nearing the night, and Kisara was really tired from today's activities, both physically and mentally speaking.

After the game of cat's cradle she noticed he was taking notes on a clipboard, which he refused to show her, and set up to the next assignment on his battery of tests.

The physical ones where the easiest by simply doing her best at whatever was asked, be it running, jumping or even swimming. The problem came with other subjects that were quite alien to her.

First she had to build a trap she knew, which was absolutely none. After that she had to make one trap on the spot with whatever he had stored in a box, and she reluctantly did it. The result was a simple tripwire trap almost hidden in the bushes.

Another frustrating hour trying to figure out how much she knew about basic survival, which amounted to only common sense concerns: water, food, protection. Nothing on how to actually obtain any of that on the wild or which tools to bring aside from the most obvious.

Then it came the meditation, where she had to stay still for a whole hour trying to 'focus her mind'. He didn't told her more than that since it was to test her ability to meditate, but in the end she somehow managed to at least stay in the same place without getting too much irritated. It was the second most frustrating hour she had since arriving there.

However that palled in comparison with the next assignment.

"Why do I need to do this?" She asked, looking at the targets in front of her and the shuriken and kunai on the table.

"I want to see both your aim and if you can make it stick to the target correctly." He said patiently, but his eyes narrowed slightly at her answer.

"Well, I don't need to use it." She continued stubbornly. "I'm already confident enough with my hand-to-hand ability for me to use weapons."

"Enough to take on me?" He snapped at her, which she flinched a little but didn't relented.

"I don't need weapons to be a good fighter!" She almost yelled at him, forgetting for a moment he could literally send her flying with a kick. "I can do more than enough just with my own strength! I just need training to be up to par with you", and at that moment her thought process halted, and took an entirely different direction.

"Are you telling me I won't ever be able to defeat you unless I take up arms?"

"I never said that!" He yelled back in annoyance. "All I want to know is your aim and which shuriken types you can stick to the target! Why is that so difficult to do anyway?"

Unfortunately that was a sore spot for her. "I will never use a weapon on my life, so I don't need to know how to use it!" She yelled, kicking the small weapons rack to the ground and storming off.

"Come back here you brat!"

It was around an hour since she left the training ground to cool down a little and vent her frustrations when she heard footsteps coming closer to her.

"Are you calmer now?" A familiar voice called Kisara from behind the tree she was hiding.

"What do you want?" She asked in return, her voice a little rough and a little snappish.

She heard a sigh from behind the tree accompanied with some rustling sound, followed by a few seconds of awkward silence.

"We still need to keep the tests. There is sparring now before we go back to the bed."

"Do you want me to pick up a sword for our fight?" She said with her voice full of sarcasm, but also failing at the mid sentence.

"Don't start with that." He hissed back at her. "We both know I am much stronger than you, if that wasn't the case there won't be a master-apprentice relationship to us in the first place." Kisara was quiet for a moment before he continued.

"I want to know what you can do during a fight. Last time was too one-sided for me to properly gauge your strength, but now I want to see through all your skills."

She still didn't answered him, not wanting to give in after her behavior. She knew her previous act was too childish and even stupid, but she couldn't control herself in the end. It resurfaced some bad memories, and her temper never was the most controlled anyway. She understood now that she probably jumped into conclusions, but it hurt at the time to believe her master would imply that to her.

After calming down a little, she found out at her side a bottle of water with a small towel before heading back to the training ground.

Since it was too late and the shop could be handled by his two disciples, Hakubi decided to spend the night on Ryōzanpaku. That's why the daughter of Kensei was at the dinner table again after taking a bath.

"Is he always like that?" Asked Renka, letting her gaze rest on Kenichi prone and bound form.

"Only when he tries to run." Miu supplied innocently.

"How often that happens?" This time it was Hakubi, enjoying a bit of sake alongside Sasaki who answered his question.

"At least once a week he tries to slack off, but this is the first time he actually managed to get out of here without anyone noticing."

Renka simply shook her head, slightly disgusted by what she heard. Back at her home there were people that literally would kill in order for her father, now her mother, to teach them. It was just so sad to see him with a collection of strong and capable masters willing to teach him and he wants to run away!

Besides, it was dirt cheap too. Five thousand yen per month, and he had both housing and training from all the masters. That guy didn't knew how much he was lucky!

"Ah! But he always comes back!" Miu tried to defend her friend.

"I can see that." Renka answered dryly while looking at him again.

"And he is also loyal, and kind, and always think about his friends, and he always comes back for more in the end. Besides he is still here, right?"

"Maybe." She conceded. After all she didn't knew him personally to judge. "But I don't think he will ever be martial artist material. Not with this attitude at the very least, and I will be surprised if he ever become decent." She said, and arrows of pain, sorrow and despair hit Kenichi even while semi-conscious.

Miu tried to glare at her but sighed instead. Saddened for her poor friend but strangely relieved to hear that from the other girl, someone that could rival her on practically everything she thought absently minded, and went to the kitchen in order to prepare dinner.

"Kisara, how long have you been practicing Taekwondo?" Her master asked while writing a few things on his clipboard, already back at the dormitory dinning hall. It was surprising to Kisara how they could had that serious argument early but he apparently forgot about that the moment she came back for the spar.

So surprising because the soreness on her body came mostly from the intense physical training from the morning and evening drills, and she was left relatively unscratched from the fight. Relatively speaking.

"Since when I was little, why?" She answered between bites of yet another healthy meal.

"It shows." He says while taking another glance at his notes. "Near perfect form, good kicking strength, good flexibility and finally good speed." He says to her, trying to pretend he wasn't paying attention to her blush. "I'd like to tell the results today, but I will be doing a do over all night, so you can go ahead if you want while I take care of the dishes. Just be prepared to wake up early tomorrow."

She nodded, already finished with her meal, and went ahead to her bed. She was so tired she didn't heard the next thing her master muttered, but it was so low maybe even well rested there was a chance to miss it.

"I just hope you forgive me tomorrow, Kisara."