Hajin killed the broadcast first, leaving its dark indicator parked right beside the glowing initiation prompt.
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"Off," he told Juna, keeping his finger hovering above the final choice until she stepped up beside him, "nobody gets a show before she even knows where she landed."
"Good, then the only faces she gets first are ours."
Her tail gave one approving swish, and he took that as the closest thing to a blessing he would get.
The waiting presence stayed willing as he accepted initiation, and the first lines raced across the grass toward the stone.
He reached with his better hand while the formation drew mana through his palm, keeping the wrecked shoulder tucked clear. Light poured into the lines beneath his fingers and gathered at their center, opening a road the hare could follow.
'Come on, little one, follow the warm part, we packed food before we even argued about beds.'
