Gengyo heaved a sigh as he removed his sandals by the door. It had been a long evening, and now he found himself utterly exhausted. There were still celebrations going on inside the market square, but he had excused himself and rode home.
In the heat of the moment he had accepted the position of special forces commandant, though he had no idea what it actually entailed. It was not as though he regretted the decision – quite the contrary – but his brain had been itching to think more on it, and his growing tiredness had provided an adequate solution.
He still wore a smile on his from the time he had spent enjoying the company of those who had served in his unit.
'Or perhaps now they will be members of my unit indefinitely?'
There was still something that bothered him though.
'What exactly does 'Special Forces unit' mean?'
He wondered how much Nakatane might expect from him, or whether the duties might even be related to battle at all.
