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Lachlan Harben
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Itto Isamu sat kneeling on a mattressed floor in a room deep within Kumamoto Castle. The Kensai Master has let go of his consciousness. His mind is clear. A single candle lights up the room with ease. The flame is long and still.
Itto Isamu had mastered the art of meditation a long time ago. Through it he could see things no one else could. The past, the present, even the future. He could see through the deceptive nature of people and reveal their true intentions. Itto Isamu had sharpened his mind into a most useful weapon.
Sometimes, however, his mind showed him things he would rather not see.
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