After a few words exchanged with old Kuniaki and another cup of sakè, Yoichi and Enatsu momentarily left the hut. The two adventurers stopped shortly after the door.
Sitting on an inverted wooden beam used as a bench, they contemplated the sky. The still high moon was slowly giving way to the typical glow of dawn, as if 'she' and the sun were exchanging greetings before the work shift change.
"Who would have thought we'd be in such a situation?" Enatsu sighed. "Until a few days ago, if someone had told me that I would join a guild and travel south, I would never have believed it", he remarked, closing his eyes and stretching his arms.
"It's nice to be able to share all this with a true friend, Enatsu. However, I can't stop thinking about that purple-eyed monster," Yoichi replied. "That black smoke that healed its wounds twice... well, that thing haunts me, my friend," he added.
