His name was Hoshin, a man whose face had been shaped by wind and sun for nearly eighty years. His back was bent from decades of rowing across the river, and his hands were rough like old wood from years of pulling heavy nets from the water. Hoshin rarely spoke unless he felt it was necessary, and when he did, people listened.
His name was Hoshin, a man whose face had been shaped by wind and sun for nearly eighty years. His back was bent from decades of rowing across the river, and his hands were rough like old wood from years of pulling heavy nets from the water. Hoshin rarely spoke unless he felt it was necessary, an...