2243.
Manaka Ichinose’s encounters.
The exposed rocky slopes of the north side of Asamayama.
“I’ve finally found you, you damn fox.”
“You are…? Ah, I see. You’re the Ichinose family’s child.”
The two progenies of the Ichinose family and the Satsuki family glared daggers at each other.
The Ichinose child already had her nagamaki drawn while the [aradama] at her feet growled at the Satsuki child. On the other hand, the Satsuki child silently rubbed the numerous cuts on her upper arms; up there—a few dozen meters away from the summit of the mountain, the temperature was near freezing, especially now that it was approaching midnight, the only available light being the bright moon attempting to illuminate the ground through stubborn cloud layers.