Their foreheads were wrinkled in concentration. A single slither of sunlight slipped in to light their dark tent. It felt like it was already mid-evening. It was a difficult problem they were presented with and the time they were given to solve it felt largely insufficient.
Men like Morohira who thought with their swords struggled more than the rest. It was rare that he and Rokkaku sat for so long in one place, attempting to come up with answers. They were the quickest to voice ideas, but their solutions were simple because of it.
"We attack them," Morohira said with confidence, slamming his fist down on the table. "Even if it's just the few of us, we can unsettle them a bit, get them scared and shivering. They would have to pause their march then."
