Rin knelt beside the last body—a boy, really. Sixteen, maybe. His waki-zashi was still clutched in his death grip. She closed his eyes with two fingers, murmuring something Manji pretended not to hear. A prayer, or a curse. With Rin, it was hard to tell.
The voice came from the doorway. Low, female, unimpressed. Blade of the Immortal -Dub-
“You move like a man who’s forgotten how to die.” Rin knelt beside the last body—a boy, really