“Alright, shall we go?” Kenji asked Satoshi, having made a final check to ensure he hadn’t forgotten anything.
They traveled light. Satoshi, having been shipwrecked, had no luggage to speak of—just the clothes on his back, his wallet, a suit of light armor, and his sword. Kenji’s own possessions were similarly sparse: the robe from the Muto Kishi, a loincloth, sandals, a knife, his sword Murasame, and a pouch of seasonings. When crossing a
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