No one knew how much time had passed, but quite a few people had already left. Though they wanted to keep watching, not everyone had nothing better to do; they had their own affairs to attend to.
And Fujiwara Genshin had yet to return, so they could only stare at that pair of oddities. After a while, they gradually got used to it.
After all, they were dressed, and nothing else could be seen. It was entirely up to one's imagination.
Finally, someone shouted, "Lord Fujiwara Genshin is back!"
Everyone turned to look behind them. The swordsman Ogoro immediately perked up and headed toward Fujiwara Genshin in sync with the female ninja attached to him!
As he walked forward, the female ninja stepped backward... The two moved almost perfectly in unison, not much slower than an ordinary person. Since the female ninja attached to Ogoro was much shorter than him, she wore a pair of very tall wooden sandals, allowing her to keep pace with him.
After only a few steps, Ogoro saw the Fujiwara Genshin he recognized.
Fujiwara Genshin was exceptionally handsome. A strip of white cloth was wrapped around his head, and a powerful sword intent radiated from him, making people afraid to approach too closely. He held a sword in one hand, with a short blade at his waist as well!
This was Fujiwara Genshin, the great swordsman who had begun slaughtering at the age of thirteen and had never suffered a single defeat to this day.
"Lord Genshin!"
Seeing the famed swordmaster before him, Ogoro could not help showing his excitement.
"..."
Hearing Ogoro's voice, Fujiwara Genshin stopped and looked over. The instant he saw Ogoro... his expression turned strange.
In broad daylight, there was actually a woman hanging off him...
"Lord Genshin, it's me! Choyo