As for Sakumura's own future, it had always been a false proposition.
The reason a person became who they were was precisely because every aspect of what they did influenced them, leading them down that particular path, that particular road.
"Traveling really is more fun with companions. Two is better than one, and the more, the merrier. Now the birds even keep us company from time to time. This is nice."
Musashi looked thoroughly at ease.
But—
She would not be at ease the next second.
"...Again?"
Sakumura released the sparrow and drew Pheasant Feather.
The sky darkened once more, but fortunately—
No blood-red moon appeared this time, which meant the Heroic Spirit Swordmasters did not seem to be nearby.
"...Sorry. I jinxed it."
Musashi, who had been so happy just moments ago, immediately became dejected.
—Though that did not stop her from drawing her blade. Myojin-giri Muramasa was already in her hand.
"Well, generally speaking, once someone says something like that, if nothing goes wrong, then something is bound to go wrong. It feels like it's always this way."
Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched his head helplessly.
All he could say was that it was fortunate no Heroic Spirit Swordmasters had appeared this time.
They really needed to hurry into the city now.
"Mr. Sakumura, Musashi, please deal with them quickly."
Shielding the two children, Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke seriously.
Since there were no Heroic Spirit Swordmasters, those so-called black creatures—evil spirits—were easy enough for Sakumura and Musashi to clear out.
After clearing away the evil spirits and restoring the sky to its sunny state, the group quickened their pace toward Toke Castle.
Toke Castle was not far from them. Before long, they could see the enormous castle in the distance.
"Should we split up?"
Sakumura put on his conical hat, clearly