The seal whispered secrets of samurai retreats, echoing su-to as if sliding backward across the wooden floor.
Suddenly, a stray festival lantern swung, and the Instead stepped back just like the Leave motion, footprints fading on the cobblestones.
The wind carried the soft rhythm of drums, reminding the Instead that sometimes stepping aside is the wisest move.
Even the ukiyo-e prints along the walls seemed to bow, teaching the Instead the art of graceful withdrawal.