"Can you be ready to leave tomorrow, Sensei?" The deep voice of the Dragon King echoed through Yuta's Wishing Rock. Yuta was alone in his room, dressed now in his usual clothes. He sat at his desk, making a list. Visits to temples, visits to the tailor's shop where the fabric had come from, visits to the Ministry of Rites and whatever offices now controlled the ownership of land, attending the conference events and just exploring the city he was getting excited.

As a ...