At the summit, there was no temple. There was only a single, ancient pine tree and a wooden bench overlooking the clouds. An old monk sat there, pouring tea for two.

Akari walked through a forest where the trees whispered her deepest regrets. To pass, she had to sheath her sword and listen until the whispers became mere wind.

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