As the Jade Sun slowly peaked over the eastern horizon, Daidoji Fuichi stood at the ship's prow feeling the spray of the ocean as the ship pitched with the waves. It's been a long time, Suitengu-kami, but I have returned.
A small block of wood was set on the apex of the prow. Carefully, reverentially, Fuichi began to trace the outlines of his first work on the block with the tip of his knife. He probably didn't have the time to devote real work to it just yet, but soon. Very soon.
