"Master Asahi, the latest parcel is here for you."
"Ah!"
Ikuro Asahi jumped up from his seat and rushed down the stairs at the call of his aide. One of the final and most important packages for him was already here.
He opened the small door and walked into the room of volcanic ash and stones to his aide. At the center of the room was a large bundle wrapped with cloth stacked to his height.
"Open it."
His aide bowed and grasped the top of the cloth, with a pull, the cloth draped to the ground and the stack made itself clear.
Books, dozens and dozens of books. Pages a deep yellow to a pale white all made a gradient as books old and new came stacked up high. Half of these were written in languages lost even to the East.
With a sigh, Asahi pulled out another of his spatial magic pouches and started sorting through the books. The ones he needed to hand to his Lord should be in there.
And soon.
