Rebirth of the Command Tent Scribe

Bai Beiran trims a strip of paper in a war tent, and the shape he cuts can carry an order, a joke, or a death sentence. He has no spiritual root, but forty years of training his intent have turned his hands into something no school can classify. The general who keeps asking for his help is also the man he must never touch in daylight. When Bai hides a shared notebook between the pages of his book, he knows he is already risking his head. The one person who can read his cuts is the one person the court will punish for seeing them.