{"id":7969,"date":"2026-10-23T13:56:16","date_gmt":"2026-10-23T04:56:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beauty-saga.com\/?post_type=bs_episode&p=7969"},"modified":"2026-10-26T13:19:19","modified_gmt":"2026-10-26T04:19:19","slug":"kts1-ep10-en","status":"publish","type":"bs_episode","link":"https:\/\/beauty-saga.com\/en\/saga-reader\/kts1-ep10-en\/","title":{"rendered":"Yoru"},"content":{"rendered":"

From the Rainbow Line overlook, Wakasa Bay opened wide beneath the winter sky.<\/p>\n\n

At his feet lay the Mikata Five Lakes. Beyond them, the bay opened toward the sea, and farther still, the Sea of Japan moved beneath a dark horizon.<\/p>\n\n

White waves broke offshore.<\/p>\n\n

The winter sea was rough.<\/p>\n\n

Each gust of wind spread white across the surface. The waves carried weight, moving as if pushing back anything that tried to approach.<\/p>\n\n

A low roar of the sea reached him through the wind.<\/p>\n\n

The scent of winter salt climbed all the way to the overlook.<\/p>\n\n

Even deep inside Wakasa Bay, the unrest of the sea could not be hidden.<\/p>\n\n

Gabi stood there for a long time.<\/p>\n\n

To see the world.<\/p>\n\n

That was how he had understood Kodama Takano\u2019s words.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cLook at the sea.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

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

But the sea before him was different from what he had imagined.<\/p>\n\n

The waves breaking in the distance were heavy.<\/p>\n\n

Rather than a road leading toward the world, it felt like a place asking back whether he was truly ready to enter it.<\/p>\n\n

The wind rose again.<\/p>\n\n

White waves spread.<\/p>\n\n

Without realizing it, Gabi strengthened his footing.<\/p>\n\n

Something was still missing.<\/p>\n\n

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

The thought surfaced quietly.<\/p>\n\n

\u2014<\/p>\n\n

The night before.<\/p>\n\n

\u2014<\/p>\n\n

Gabi had opened the map on his phone in his room.<\/p>\n\n

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

\u201cIf your Shisui carries the color of the sea, then go and listen to the sea.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

On the day of the ritual, Kodama Takano\u2019s words had opened the idea of the world before him.<\/p>\n\n

The Philippines.<\/p>\n\n

Japan.<\/p>\n\n

And beyond that, the world.<\/p>\n\n

The thought had stirred an immediate desire to see the sea.<\/p>\n\n

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

He looked down at the map.<\/p>\n\n

He searched for the nearest sea he could reach.<\/p>\n\n

Wakasa.<\/p>\n\n

The northern sea of Japan.<\/p>\n\n

When he enlarged the map, he saw the land embracing the sea, forming a bay, with several lakes gathered beside it.<\/p>\n\n

The Mikata Five Lakes.<\/p>\n\n

Their complicated shapes rested close together.<\/p>\n\n

To Gabi, they resembled the shape of his homeland.<\/p>\n\n

\u2014<\/p>\n\n

But the sea before him now was not the sea he had imagined.<\/p>\n\n

The waves broke heavily, pushing back anything that tried to reach the shore.<\/p>\n\n

It was not an entrance to the world.<\/p>\n\n

It was something that tested those who approached.<\/p>\n\n

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

Gabi did not look away.<\/p>\n\n

The wind rose again.<\/p>\n\n

White waves spread.<\/p>\n\n

As he continued watching the sea, Gabi understood.<\/p>\n\n

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

He had been thinking about stepping into the world.<\/p>\n\n

But this sea would not allow it so easily.<\/p>\n\n

As he was now, he was not enough.<\/p>\n\n

Gabi slowly lowered his gaze.<\/p>\n\n

The Mikata lakes lay before him.<\/p>\n\n

Unlike the sea, their surface was calm.<\/p>\n\n

But it was not still.<\/p>\n\n

Fine ripples spread across the water, answering the wind.<\/p>\n\n

The wind could not be seen.<\/p>\n\n

But the water responded.<\/p>\n\n

\"Seen<\/figure>\n\n

As he watched the ripples, David\u2019s voice came back to him without warning.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cGabi.<\/p>\n\n

In aikido, \u2018ki\u2019 means Qi.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

At the time, he had only heard it as a sound.<\/p>\n\n

But now, watching the water answer the invisible wind, the word quietly settled into his chest.<\/p>\n\n

The ma he had touched in Kyoto\u2014the hush before the music, the breath held before the ink\u2014quietly overlapped with it.<\/p>\n\n

Gabi took the small bottle of Shisui from his pocket.<\/p>\n\n

Until now, he had never opened it.<\/p>\n\n

He always carried it with him.<\/p>\n\n

But touching it had felt enough.<\/p>\n\n

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

He removed the cap.<\/p>\n\n

The sea-colored liquid moved quietly inside.<\/p>\n\n

He placed a single drop onto the back of his hand.<\/p>\n\n

Cold.<\/p>\n\n

But the sensation soon settled into his skin.<\/p>\n\n

He spread it with his fingers and touched his cheek.<\/p>\n\n

The winter air had tightened his skin.<\/p>\n\n

Now, something softened.<\/p>\n\n

\"Standing<\/figure>\n\n

\u201cShisui is the water of a Kewaishi.<\/p>\n\n

A Kewaishi is one who tends life back into balance.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

Kodama Takano\u2019s words finally began to settle.<\/p>\n\n

\u2014<\/p>\n\n

Gabi looked at the lake once more.<\/p>\n\n

Ripples spread across the surface, answering the wind.<\/p>\n\n

As he remained in the cold air, the chill stayed on his cheek.<\/p>\n\n

Without thinking, he folded his arms.<\/p>\n\n

His sleeve slipped.<\/p>\n\n

He pulled it back slightly.<\/p>\n\n

The tattoo on the inside of his arm caught the winter light.<\/p>\n\n

\u3088\u308b<\/p>\n\n

Yoru.<\/p>\n\n

The character Kazan had written.<\/p>\n\n

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

Gabi had engraved that word into his skin.<\/p>\n\n

He had not thought deeply about it.<\/p>\n\n

He only wanted to keep something of his mother with him.<\/p>\n\n

His mother had written yura-moji.<\/p>\n\n

He had watched as the ink moved like a tremor before becoming words.<\/p>\n\n

The \u201cYoru\u201d Kazan had written carried the same movement.<\/p>\n\n

That was why he kept it.<\/p>\n\n

And now, he looked at the moon reflected on the lake.<\/p>\n\n

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

In the Philippines, he had never really looked up at the moon.<\/p>\n\n

He had never thought about being supported by something unseen.<\/p>\n\n

After his mother died, he believed he had been left behind.<\/p>\n\n

He thought that was simply how things were.<\/p>\n\n

But the moon reflected on the lake was not shining by itself.<\/p>\n\n

It received light.<\/p>\n\n

Then returned it to the night.<\/p>\n\n

The lake was the same.<\/p>\n\n

It received the light of the sky, trembled with it, and returned it again.<\/p>\n\n

Light did not end there.<\/p>\n\n

Someone received it.<\/p>\n\n

Someone returned it.<\/p>\n\n

Someone else was illuminated by it.<\/p>\n\n

Through that connection, a world of light continued.<\/p>\n\n

For the first time, Gabi understood that he had always been part of that flow.<\/p>\n\n

But without night, light could not appear.<\/p>\n\n

Night was where light became visible.<\/p>\n\n

Gabi looked at his arm once more.<\/p>\n\n

Yoru.<\/p>\n\n

Only now did he understand.<\/p>\n\n

Perhaps Kazan had known from the beginning.<\/p>\n\n

\u2014<\/p>\n\n

The moon trembled on the surface of the lake.<\/p>\n\n

\u201cKeep it with you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n

The Shisui his mother had entrusted to him.<\/p>\n\n

\"Warm<\/figure>\n\n

Gabi looked at the bottle.<\/p>\n\n

Return.<\/p>\n\n

To his homeland.<\/p>\n\n

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

He looked at the label.<\/p>\n\n

The word \u201cKiyouto\u201d was written there, receiving the moonlight.<\/p>\n\n

He had no pen.<\/p>\n\n

But he wanted to leave something behind.<\/p>\n\n

Gabi pressed his fingernail into the paper.<\/p>\n\n

A faint sound.<\/p>\n\n

Slowly, he carved:<\/p>\n\n

\u304d
\u3059
\u3044<\/p>\n\n

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

Gabi traced the letters with his fingertip.<\/p>\n\n

The first sound quietly overlapped with the Qi David had spoken.<\/p>\n\n

\"Seen<\/figure>\n\n

The moon trembled on the surface of the lake.<\/p>\n\n

And the night continued.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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