C1135 Snarling yama

Three days later, at 235 hours.

The north wind whistled as snow covered the sky and white as frost, closing in on the entrance of the new year.

I sat cross-legged on a futon in my bedroom with two objects in my hands. They were the two compasses left behind by my master, the dark brown compass was exactly the same.

Back then, I only took one from the box and used it