"It's over." The National Master turned around, floated down the bow of the ship, and returned to the cabin.
The warriors cheered together, their roars overpowering the sound of the storm. They thought the National Master's words "it's over" meant that Kawashima Yosuke's mission had succeeded. However, inside the cabin, the National Master's face revealed a hint of uncertainty, as this time, she could only be sure that everything she could do was over.
But whether the mission had succeeded... she dared not be certain.
The National Master gently knelt on the soft embroidered cushion, her flawless jade hands emerging from the wide sleeves, stacking one upon the other like a beautiful seashell. Opening them, a little turtle was sound asleep in her palm, its head and tail retracted into its shell, strands of colorful mist drifting out of the six holes of the turtle shell.
