Dawn — Snow Women Clan's Island
The horizon was still dark when the helicopter descended through heavy sea mist. The blades cut the fog apart, revealing glimpses of what lay beneath: a sprawling island wrapped in silence, where faint lanterns glowed like stars fallen onto the earth.
As the chopper's skids touched down, the world around them slowly revealed itself. Traditional Japanese courts stretched in elegant lines, wooden chambers with tiled roofs glistening with morning dew. Cherry blossom trees, though out of season, stood proud against the faint mountain backdrop, their bare branches tracing stories in the air. A wide training courtyard spread open near the entrance, marked with white stones and lines, where dozens of women sparred with wooden weapons even at this early hour.
