Following the masked man’s lead, we arrived at the mountainside.
Scattered throughout the area were wooden pavilions, old yet well-maintained.
“Enter.”
The architecture resembled traditional wooden buildings I’d only ever seen in historical dramas. Though aged, it was clear someone had been taking care of them.
Feeling a strange sense of nostalgia, I stepped inside.
After settling the soldiers into their own rooms to rest, I sat across from the masked man.
“You desire my martial arts, yes? Fine. Who do you wish to begin with?”
