PoV Kisara
It had been days since I departed my brother's place and returned to Taisho City. I was busy at work trying to rebuild the base camp to what it once. We'd gotten the permit and hired master artisans to make it. Since our nation was full of earth users, we couldn't have it be made out of stone. At least not to a high degree. Else, we would've fixed it weeks ago.
It could be wood either, as our enemies, the Kasai no Ki, were adept at using it. And while our relationship with Mizu no Kin wasn't too bad now, it was still risky to use metal. But the artisans had ways to create things out of all three without risking the building's security.
My eyes rose from the schematics to Uneri as he made him way back. His face was caked in sand.
