fix: corrected typo for ryojifūne

chapters/chapter-07.md

@@ -29,7 +29,7 @@ organizations:
 topics:
   referenced:
     - The Wait in the Valleys
-    - ryodifūne
+    - ryojifūne
 summary: >
   Rutejìmo ran behind five others as they approach the three rocks that his rite of passage had started. He was and has been the slowest ever since that point. He tripped and used that as an opportunity to walk in. However, Mapábyo came back for him and encourages him to keep going. This was the first time someone came back for him and he is encouraged to run the last quarter mile.
 ---
@@ -106,7 +106,7 @@ He closed his eyes and slowly opened them. "I'm not the best or the fastest. I n
 
 "So? Generations ago, Great Shimusogo Tsudakìmo was the slowest. And then he had to outrun the sun to save Myobùshi's spirit from the scorpion clans." She smiled and tapped his shoulder. "Maybe someday you won't be the slowest?"
 
-Rutejìmo shivered at the sudden electrical touch. He cleared his throat. "But that was his ryodifūne, his final run. When he stopped moving," he sighed, "he died."
+Rutejìmo shivered at the sudden electrical touch. He cleared his throat. "But that was his ryojifūne, his final run. When he stopped moving," he sighed, "he died."
 
 He gave her a playful grin. "I'm pretty content with living slowly."
 

chapters/chapter-13.md

@@ -31,7 +31,7 @@ summary: "Beaten and kicked out of his clan, Rutejìmo had nowhere to go except
 
 Rutejìmo ran without a hope or purpose. He was driven only by a desperate need to escape the tearing in his heart. The sight of his clan turning their backs on him flashed across his mind, adding a suffering that dwarfed his physical injuries. He knew he had done wrong, but he never thought his own brother and Chimípu would assault him.
 
-His footsteps were unsteady and irregular. The familiar thud and rhythm had been replaced with an unsettling jerk when his right foot struck the ground. He had been injured before, but never as thoroughly. Shimusògo kept the pain away, but the longer he ran, the more he knew he furthered his injuries by moving. For a moment, he consider running until the end, the ryodifūne or the final run, but that wouldn't serve anyone.
+His footsteps were unsteady and irregular. The familiar thud and rhythm had been replaced with an unsettling jerk when his right foot struck the ground. He had been injured before, but never as thoroughly. Shimusògo kept the pain away, but the longer he ran, the more he knew he furthered his injuries by moving. For a moment, he consider running until the end, the ryojifūne or the final run, but that wouldn't serve anyone.
 
 He skidded to a halt. His tortured body struck the ground and a scream rose in his throat. Everything hurt, from the muscles clear down to the bones. His joints scraped with every movement and he could barely see out of his right eye. Gasping for breath, he stared at the ground and tried to forget Desòchu's words. Images of Chimípu turning her back on him brought another sob ripping out of his throat and he bowed down, crying in the middle of the sand.
 

language.json

@@ -229,7 +229,7 @@
 		"pyābi",
 		"ranuchyahāhi",
 		"rikunámi",
-		"ryodifūne",
+		"ryojifūne",
 		"shikāfu",
 		"shimusogo",
 		"tazágu",