The shop door light caught the eye first, dim and yellow, hanging under the eaves of the big car shop in the market town.
Those who closed the stalls on the street closed the stalls, and the driver led the mules into the backyard of the shop. The whip was stuck on the shaft of the cart, and no one shouted.
Horse manure gas drifted over from the other side of the backyard, mixed with the smell of beans.
The night wind blew across the street, causing the lanterns to tilt and then stand straight again.
The door curtain was half opened, and the stove gas surged out, covering his face.
There are square tables in the front hall and a counter against the wall.
The shopkeeper was behind the counter and looked up to see him come in.
There was an oil lamp on the counter. The wick was cut short and the flame was steady.
The luggage is on the shoulders and the travel bag is slung at the side.
"Stay in the hotel."
Before he answered, he first looked at the door to the backyard.
The door curtain was half lifted, and the back was dark, with only a little Kakkō leaking out.
"I'll admit it after checking."
The shopkeeper held the pen and declined. The seats in the backyard were tight. It was an old rule in the town that no stranger would be allowed to stay overnight without insurance. He handed over the card check-in before noon. There was a space for him in the card slot, and his whereabouts were also recorded. The cards from Main Road to Sunagakure all match. These are all ready-made in the book and can be checked from the book. The shopkeeper weighed this sentence, weighed the scale with a name, and collected the pen.
Putting the pen back on the pen holder, the shopkeeper nodded his chin towards the backyard.
There is an empty board next to the hay shed, and the grass on the board was changed this morning.
He was given a board next to the hay shed in the backyard.
... If you pass the words on, you can get one night in exchange.
The first time I exchanged words for something, the exchange was not money.
The backyard is not big, and the fire is built in the corner of the yard.
Kakkō illuminates the courtyard wall to create a circle of bright edges, and the root of the wall becomes darker as it goes inward.
The porter was eating around the fire. When he saw him coming out, he stepped aside half way.
He put the luggage on the board without laying it with straw first.
At the other end of the darkness, someone sat down before him.
The man had his back to the fire, his eyebrows darkened in darkness.
Shoulders should be broad, sit flat, put both hands on the table without hiding them.
There is a bench at hand, and a bowl of tea on the bench, which has not been touched.
"Sit."
He didn't raise his hand or raise his head.
Kiyoshi didn't sit down.
"I'll buy the one at the bottom of the bag."
He pressed his hand on the luggage and held it through the cloth.
The knot of the wrapping cloth is still the same, pressed to the bottom of the bag untouched.
"There is one more thing. Sunagakure, go there yourself and show it to me."
A spark exploded in the fire.
After the explosion, there was no prompting from the other end, and the tea bowl was placed on the stool, waiting for someone to speak first.
The black shadow of the fire stand shook the explosion, then stabilized it.
The things I bought sounded like they were all foreign objects, the one at the bottom of the bag was the same, and the same was his leg.
... The one who is being priced is himself.
The price won't be written off the paper, it will be opened in person, and people will be that way.
The other hand in the dark picked up the tea bowl and put it back again, but the tea still didn't move.
The bag strap was wrapped around his hand and then loosened.
"Tell me first, have you checked it?"
The questions fell and the courtyard fell silent.
At the other end of the fire, the porter knocked his bowl on the bench, got up and returned to the shed. The side of the fire was free, and the light was spread wider, illuminating the land between him and the man white. The end where the man was sitting was outside the light, and he stood on the edge of the light. One step forward was the inside of the light, and one step back was the door of the hay shed. He saw all these positions before handing out the question.
"After checking it, I still need to buy it from you."
The words have no value and no reason.
The person on the other end of the teacup was still unhurried, and after answering, he turned his head back to the light, just like he had answered this question many times.
Whoever sets the price will be the first to ask.
The man put the tea bowl on the bench.
The bottom of the bowl hit the wood and didn't break.
He stood up without saying a word, and his hand passed over the edge of the table to grab his wrist.
The five fingers were clasped on the wrist bones, the strength was restrained first, and the words followed.
"The things are brought to you by yourself, or I should reach out and take them."
The back of my hand felt cold at first, then numb.
The strength was measured and controlled, and it was enough to make him nod, not to the point of hurting his muscles.
The hand that clasps the wrist is steady, and the knuckles tighten every minute, slowly, but with every minute of wear.
The coldness on my wrist bones spreads along the back of my hands to the roots of my fingers.
No matter how hard you try, you can't break free of that hand.
The fire was on his left, and Kakkō was flowing against the ground.
The bright patch of ground lay between the two of them, and the dark shadow of the fire stand lay across the light.
Taking advantage of the light, I took a small step, my toes touched the ground, and I walked into the light.
Kakkō tilted, shining into those dark eyes, the man's eyebrows squeezed, and the strength on his wrist relaxed half a minute.
The moment he relaxed, he turned his wrist and pulled it back from under the tiger's mouth.
A step separated the two of them again. He turned his wrist over and rubbed it, then stood in the light.
The hand retracted to the edge of the table, its fingers spread out, then closed again, without pursuing.
The shadows on the courtyard wall moved Kakkō away, and they all went to their own bases, with no one left behind.
The retreat is at the courtyard gate, which is on the side behind the person.
The porter's bench fell over, the fire stand fell apart, and the coals rolled to the bright edge.
"The money for the stool and the fire stand will be paid when I leave."
The person on the other side did not answer this sentence.
At the other end of the courtyard door, the horizontal bar fell into the slot with a dull sound.
The latch is pressed down from the inside of the door, and the sound travels against the wood.
A figure stood inside the courtyard gate, his cloak carrying the night air from the road.
Forehead Protector is pinned to the temples, and the night air carries the dust from the road.
"Border Patroller, Lamp Code."
Mitaraishi Anko, the reported font size is reported simply.
"Lamp Code."
Numbers matched numbers, and the rules of the night were out of the ordinary.
"The bar is down and will not be opened until the sun comes out. Guests who are traveling at night should take a rest early."
As he spoke to the whole courtyard, his eyes fell on the other side of the darkness.
This time I picked up the bowl of tea in the dark and took half a sip.
Mitaraishi Anko put his hand on the latch, did not enter the hospital, and did not make any sound.
Someone on the other side of the porter poked his head, saw clearly that it was a patrolman, and then retreated into the shed.
I picked up my luggage, walked around the hay shed, and walked towards the courtyard gate.
When you exit the courtyard gate, you step on the road.
Inside and outside the door, there is just a threshold.
For the first time, this price made people stop talking from the outside, and he just walked away.
The mark on my wrist is still there, it has been hot and cold again.
It gets cooler layer by layer at night.
The wind poured into the courtyard gate from the street entrance, causing the lantern seedlings to sink and bounce up again.
The man also left the courtyard and went to the other end of the street, walking at a leisurely pace.
"... next time, double."
The words were left behind, and the person had already turned the corner.
He didn't say much, and the sound of the fire was half eaten by the last sound, and the remaining half was still unhurried.
... The half price was left outside the courtyard gate, no one picked it up.
Kiyoshi didn't answer or stop him.
There was no place to write down this price, so I kept it first and placed it behind the small note in the book.
During the day, the small note was written on the book. At night, the sentence was lifted up a little further. No one said who handed it to.
Lamp Code There is a latch on the other side of the door, and the price is floating on the other side of the door. He has no control over either.
At the other end of the front hall, the shopkeeper handed over the message, and the shopkeeper paid the compensation, and the charcoal from the fire was folded into the firewood.
The shopkeeper calculated quickly and quoted a price that was neither too high nor too low. After saying this, he went to dial the beads.
The coil collapsed for a length.
The detour route was decided, and the big Main Road would not take it, but would attach the tail of the pack team and take the side route.
The side line is a little further away, and the walk is half a day longer, and the road is cleaner.
I'll go find out when the pack team will leave early tomorrow morning.
... The road has taken a detour and the price is still hanging.
On the board beside the hay shed, the person sat down with his luggage placed beside his head.
The grass smells like grass seeds, and the roof leaks from the backyard Kakkō.
The hay on the board is softer than the soil of Main Road.
The mark on my wrist was so real even through the hay.
Turn over and let the mark avoid the grass stalk, but it didn't avoid it.
He simply stopped moving.
Someone was snoring at the other end of the shed, one long and one short.
Outside the courtyard door, the bolt was down in the door groove, and the door light was on.
The lamp oil could last until dawn.
Someone changed people at the other end of the fire to add firewood, the coals made a sound, and then became silent again.
The side line was waiting at the other end of the road, and the bell for the pack team had not yet rung.