At the training hall threshold, the Watcher stays on one knee, rigid under the weight of Kaungshen's earth ki. Master Khan fills the doorway behind them, stern and unreadable, while the decoy packet lies harmlessly in the Watcher’s grasp.
The true papers are still hidden from sight.
The Watcher
You have what you wanted. Let this end cleanly.
Khan
Choose carefully, boy. This room decides who holds the line next.
Rina shifts half a step in front of Kaungshen, protective and tense. Charlotte watches the Watcher’s hands. Sam squares her shoulders toward the doorway, ready to move if the room snaps.
Kaungshen stands at the center of it all, with the evidence, the witnesses, and the masters all waiting on his next move.
“Has Khan come to arrest the Watcher?”
YES, AND MORE (Even, rolled 9)
Khan
I am here to take this one into custody, Kaungshen, and to ensure the rot they represent is excised from our halls entirely.
The Watcher
My name is Kaito, and I was merely a tool for those who hold the true keys to the archive.
Master Khan steps forward, his presence heavy with the weight of a long-overdue reckoning, as he signals for the guards to secure Kaito for a full interrogation.
“I help the guards secure Kaito, and instruct the to heal his legs just enough to help walk but break if he runs.”
SUCCESS (Great Healing Arts, rolled +0)
Kaungshen steps in with the guards, taking Kaito’s arm and turning the kneeling body gently but firmly toward the waiting escorts.
Kaungshen
His legs are already trembling.
He lays two fingers to the pressure points behind Kaito’s knees, sending a narrow thread of healing ki through the damaged channels.
The strain eases enough for Kaito to stand, but Kaungshen leaves the joints locked and weak, good for walking, useless for running.
Kaito exhales through clenched teeth as the guards lift him upright, his footing careful and uncertain on the dust-lined floor.
Khan watches the work from the doorway, then gives a single, approving nod, as if the restraint matters as much as the arrest.
Khan
Take him to the interrogation room. Log the forged packet, the reused seal, and the double countersignatures with the evidence.
The training hall settles into stern quiet as the guards lead Kaito away, and the scattered papers on the floor mark the end of this particular rot.