Xia Xi had always been a man who acted as soon as he made up his mind.
He had only just finished discussing the Supreme Territory with Tamayo that afternoon.
That evening, after making everyone one last meal, he briskly packed his luggage and set off alone.
He left behind a bewildered Kuang Jin, who was waiting to have his dressings changed.
The boy stared blankly in the direction he had gone.
"Senior Brother Xia Xi... did he forget about me again?"
Seeing the young Swordsman's miserable expression,
Tamayo smiled and comforted him. "It's all right. Yushiro and I will take good care of you."
The boy with the bowl cut beside her,
however, gave a reluctant huff. "I'm only doing this because that bastard Swordsman's cooking was pretty good."
Meanwhile,
Sanemi instinctively touched the already healed wound around his waist and abdomen.
Honestly, he also wanted Miss Tamayo, who was like his own mother, to keep looking after him.
Besides...
If his wound had not healed,
he could have avoided the beating his Senior Brother had given him a few days ago.
He had called it instruction, but the whole thing had been nothing but trash talk.
And the Bokken in his hand had kept striking all the same.
What a bastard of a Senior Brother.
After Xia Xi left the cottage Tamayo and the others protected with a Blood Demon Art,
he soon summoned the Ninja Eagle.
Tanjuro's old home, in the area around Okutama Town, was not particularly far from Yokohama to begin with.
With a flying mount to speed up the journey,
it would not take much effort.
But by the time he arrived at Yoriichi and his wife's graves again, it was almost noon.
That was mainly because Xia Xi had stopped in the