The moon high in the sky lit up the streets of Kyoto a little, and Kazuo, after an eventful day, finally found the peace of his apartment. He felt surprisingly calm, his mind still absorbed by recent events and his training with Yoshinori Miyahara.
For the first time in days, he felt like nothing out of the ordinary was going to disturb his night.
Kazuo collapsed on his bed, his thoughts wandering between Yoshinori's teachings, Asami's intriguing presence, and this strange sense of power he'd had since partially mastering the first stage of occult energy.
Sleep came quickly and for once no disturbing visions or presences came to haunt his dreams. He woke up with renewed energy, ready to face a new one during the day.
