Misaki nodded and took a moment to look her brother up and down. At thirty-two, this Kazu was far removed from the giggly, hyperactive boy who had cried at the sound of thunder. To Misaki’s surprise, he looked… well… lordly, with his benevolent gaze and his shoulders filling out the haori that had once belonged to their father. The Tsusanos’ massive ancestral sword, Anryuu—the Riptide—was tied to his back, marking him not only as the head of his house but Ishihama’s foremost warrior.
