![]() ![]() Shizuka-can she truly be Shizuka, for an hour?-twists the silk between her first two fingers and threads it through the offending peg. ![]() When was the last day she behaved the way an Empress should? The Phoenix Empress, Daughter of Heaven, the Light of Hokkaro, Celestial Flame-no, she is alone, let her wear her own name-O-Shizuka pinches her scarred nose. That story will haunt him for the rest of his life. ![]() Did she not say she’d stop dueling? What was she thinking, accepting Rayama-tun’s challenge? He is only a boy.Īnd now he will be the boy who dueled One-Stroke Shizuka, the boy whose sword she cut in half before he managed to draw it. When she stops to think on it-chopping things in half is part of why she’s alone with the stupid instrument to begin with. But a snapped string? One cannot reason with a snapped string, nor can one chop it in half and be rid of the problem. Anything short of going north, anything short of war. Empress Yui wrestles with her broken zither. ![]()
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