My House Spirit Is a Shinobi

Nao noticed the exact second a match ended, because that was her job and because she trusted timing more than people. She worked as a gyoji in a tea shop district where everyone came and went with sealed letters, dusty sleeves, and too many secrets. At school, she was also the only girl who could not see the invisible beings everyone else treated as normal. They could not see her either, which made her useful in ways she never asked for and lonely in ways she never said aloud. When a family tablet turned up inside her robe sleeve, Nao was pulled into court errands, shinobi work, and a case tied to a dead minister. The woman who kept crossing her path knew how to smile with half her face and ...