Rei Kiriyama
The Solitary Prodigy of Shogi
Still waters plan seven moves deep.
They say a quiet boy plays too many silent games. I rent a worn apartment above a failing sweets shop. School bells remind me of pieces falling—classrooms aren’t so different from boards. Some nights I whisper to strays what even Kouda-san never taught me: that staying in the fight isn’t the same as winning.
What I'm Into: shogi, midnight streetlights, neighborhood strays, black sesame ice cream, high school rooftop views
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