Mirror Seal

Souta Kisaragi kept his hands steady while he wrapped a sealed paper into cloth, then the dead lord’s seat was placed in front of him. He had grown up making furoshiki wraps that could hide sharp things, keep food safe, and tuck away gifts no one else could carry. Now that same skill made him the only person willing to serve as emergency administrator for a scared region with no clear leader. He had no proper title, no support, and no patience for people who spoke about duty while staying clean. As old road warnings, shrine rules, and local ghost tales started acting real, Souta had to build order from panic. The hardest part was that every choice saved one family by putting weight on anothe...