Enlightened Madness, Part One By Rich Wulf Forty Years Ago. . . The wind was sweet over Togashi Mountain and the sun was bright, but the newest member of the ise zumi saw none of it. His eyes were shut tight as he knelt cross-legged in the lee of the tattoo master's little hut. "Open your eyes, little brother," the old tattoo master said in a gentle voice. "I cannot," the ise zumi replied. "Why not?" the old man said with a chuckle. "I fear what I might see," he said. "Then open your eyes, and never fear again." "Is there any limit?" he asked. "An ominous name," the dragon said. "Yes." "Togashi Mitsu."
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