Wow, haven't done this in a while, so this will be somewhat long...

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Another day dawned on the Uttara Temple, hideout of the reforming Kaze clan. Eager to see if any of the urgent summons Hyorokou sent the previous night to the remaining elders of the clan had received a reply, only three messages by pigeons and a single origami crane had yet arrived. Botaru, a skilled shugenja who crafted a way to deliver spells ( Read more... )

To the Empire, those that walk in shadow, the shinobi, do not exist. They are tales concocted by superstitious peasants and samurai making excuses to cover up their failures ( Read more... )