Master and Disciple

Yamamoto's somewhat dry eyes widened slightly as he looked carefully toward the newcomer.

On the other side of the office, nearly half of which had been reduced to ashes by Ryujin Jakka's flames, a black-clad figure stood silently.

In the darkness of night, it was almost impossible to make out his features.

But Yamamoto knew he had not misheard. That voice had been Cang Nan's.

For a moment, he felt as though he were dreaming again.

"Master." Cang Nan stepped forward once more and called softly.

Yamamoto's lips trembled, his snow-white beard quivering faintly against his chest. Only after a long while did he let out...