“Kenji, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”
Satoshi spoke up after they had finished their meal of roast meat and cleaned the camp.
“I need to return to the beach where I washed ashore. There’s something I have to check. I know it’s an imposition, but could you guide me there?”
“Of course. Let’s go.”
Kenji was dressed as usual in nothing but a loincloth and sandals, with his two knives sheathed at his waist.
He no longer
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