Niitsuma Kan immediately felt a trace of the cool night wind brushing against the exposed skin of his body.
Was the window blown open by the wind... Niitsuma Kan turned over and opened his eyes, looking toward the window beside him.
The moment his gaze swept towards the direction of the window, Niitsuma Kan's eyes suddenly widened, and a cold sweat quickly appeared down his spine.
He saw a young man sitting brazenly on the windowsill of his bedroom window.
Tonight was a clear full moon night.
The bright moonlight shone through the window, which was open at that moment, as if it were light dust illuminating the room.
From time to time, strands of night wind blew into the room, causing the young man's hair and the hem of his clothes to sway slightly.
At his left waist, the young man wore only a Tachi with a red hilt, without a Wakizashi.
