{"id":7911,"date":"2026-10-23T13:54:38","date_gmt":"2026-10-23T04:54:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beauty-saga.com\/?post_type=bs_episode&p=7911"},"modified":"2026-10-23T13:54:39","modified_gmt":"2026-10-23T04:54:39","slug":"kts1-ep08-en","status":"publish","type":"bs_episode","link":"https:\/\/beauty-saga.com\/en\/saga-reader\/kts1-ep08-en\/","title":{"rendered":"Outside the Circle"},"content":{"rendered":"

Morning light was thinner than the night before.
Through the shoji, a pale white filled the room without insistence.<\/p>\n\n

Gabi picked up the small vial from his desk.
Until now, it had simply existed there. He had never truly looked at it.<\/p>\n\n

In the light, the liquid moved slowly.<\/p>\n\n

It seemed clearer than before. Perhaps he was imagining it.
Still, something about it felt different.<\/p>\n\n

It resembled the color of the sea back home.<\/p>\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n

Lorena\u2019s face drifted into his mind\u2014
eyes that could not stop moving,
the heavy sweetness of her perfume,
the weight of things left unsaid.<\/p>\n\n

Where am I, now?<\/p>\n\n

Days had passed since he arrived in Kyoto.
He had walked the city, eaten soba, watched Noh. Yet it felt as if he had only traced the surface of something.<\/p>\n\n

Then Domoto\u2019s voice surfaced quietly.<\/p>\n\n

\u2014You should try going to Atago.<\/p>\n\n

He did not know why.<\/p>\n\n

But in the pale morning light, those words remained.<\/p>\n\n

\uff0a<\/p>\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n

The bamboo path rose gently upward.
The stone underfoot held moisture; each step carried a faint chill into the soles of his feet. The noise of the town had already receded. Only his breathing remained.<\/p>\n\n

Atago was vast. There were many temples, many halls.
That day he had already passed through several gates\u2014pausing, testing the air, turning back when something felt wrong. None had felt certain.<\/p>\n\n

He entered another narrow path through bamboo.
The stalks leaned closer. Light fell from above, but the ground remained dim.<\/p>\n\n

He did not know whether this was the right way. There was simply no reason to turn back.<\/p>\n\n

With each step, unnecessary thoughts fell away.
Even the question of what he was searching for grew distant. What remained was only the need to confirm something.<\/p>\n\n

Then a gate appeared.<\/p>\n\n

\"Gabi,<\/figure>\n\n

The moment he passed beneath it, the air shifted.<\/p>\n\n

Sandalwood.<\/p>\n\n

Not strong.
But unmistakable.<\/p>\n\n

His mother.<\/p>\n\n

A dim room at night.
Her back before white paper.
The scent that lingered deep in his chest after a slow breath.<\/p>\n\n

It was not memory.
It was return.<\/p>\n\n

His body recognized it before his mind did.<\/p>\n\n

He knew.<\/p>\n\n

\uff0a<\/p>\n\n

As he stepped into the grounds, the air deepened.
Cold, yet not piercing. Silent, yet not empty. The sandalwood was not merely a scent; it felt like layers of time settling.<\/p>\n\n

It was sweet, but not light. Dry, yet not hard. Burned again and again, extinguished and remaining.<\/p>\n\n

He did not hurry. Something in him knew he should not.<\/p>\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n

Sandalwood did not decorate.
It allowed things to fall away.<\/p>\n\n

And after enough had fallen away, something remained.<\/p>\n\n

Not strength.<\/p>\n\n

Something quieter.
Almost like gentleness.<\/p>\n\n

The sense that someone was there.
The feeling of being supported without seeing who held you.<\/p>\n\n

He could not explain it.
He only knew that something inside his chest had softened.<\/p>\n\n

The vial brushed against his fingers in his pocket. He did not take it out.<\/p>\n\n

When the scent grew deeper, the hall came into view. The door stood half open.<\/p>\n\n

Inside, darkness held a narrow band of light across the floor.<\/p>\n\n

A large figure sat in stillness.<\/p>\n\n

Broad shoulders. A straight spine.
The outline of his back was enough\u2014Gabi knew it was the man from the gym.<\/p>\n\n

He did not move.
Yet breath was present.<\/p>\n\n

That breath felt deeper than the surrounding air, as if the hall itself had quieted to match it.<\/p>\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n

Gabi stepped across the threshold. He made no sound\u2014at least none he heard\u2014but the seated figure\u2019s breathing shifted.<\/p>\n\n

The sandalwood did not move.<\/p>\n\n

Without turning, a voice dropped into the hall.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cShu means remaining inside the circle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

\u201cYou are protected by form. It feels safe.
But as long as you stay within it, you cannot see beyond it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

\u201cHa is when you begin to crack that circle.
You believe you have stepped outside. In truth, most people only move into another circle\u2014one that is merely fractured.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

Gabi listened, not fully understanding. The image of a circle formed in his mind, yet he did not know where he stood in it.<\/p>\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n

\u201cRi is standing outside the circle entirely.
There is no structure. No protection.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

\u201cIt is frightening. You are alone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

A breath passed.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cBut only from outside can you truly see the circle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

Silence settled.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cAnd beyond that\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n

\u201cYu.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

The word rested there.<\/p>\n\n

Shu. Ha. Ri. None of them belonged to him yet.
But the feeling of being inside a circle\u2014that he understood.<\/p>\n\n

Gravel shifted behind him.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cDavid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

The name fell softly.<\/p>\n\n

Gabi turned.<\/p>\n\n

Kodama Takano stood there. He did not know when he had arrived. No memory of footsteps. No disturbance of air. Yet his presence felt inevitable.<\/p>\n\n

\"Kodama<\/figure>\n\n

David\u2019s back altered its breathing ever so slightly.<\/p>\n\n

Takano kept his gaze toward the hall.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cYou really are burai.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

There was no accusation in his tone. Only recognition.<\/p>\n\n

\"At<\/figure>\n\n

David\u2019s shoulders moved faintly. As he loosened his seated posture, a small smile formed\u2014still without turning.<\/p>\n\n

The sandalwood remained unchanged.<\/p>\n\n

Then Takano\u2019s gaze moved, slowly, to Gabi.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cThe color of the sea\u2026 you have come.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

The air in the hall tightened, just slightly.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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