They walked side by side along the bridge, boots landing in rhythm on the wet wood. Ukai looked strange under the glowing clouds - the usual amber lantern-light competing with the pale white coming from above, the two sources mixing in ways that turned familiar walkways into places that felt half-remembered rather than known.
Kenzo was quiet for a while. Then he glanced at Raizen with the expression of someone who'd been holding a question and had decided to stop.
"So," he said. "The dashes."
Raizen looked at him.
"At the end, there. The continuous ones." Kenzo rolled his shoulder, the one that hadn't been hit, though at this point Raizen suspected both of them had been hit by something at some point today. "I've seen spatial displacement before. I've trained with people who could do two, maybe three in quick succession before they needed to reset. What you did was - what, thirty? Fourty?"
"I wasn't counting."
