Blackfeather Woods 負けるが勝ち

He had inclined his head in assent. Yet one question continued to gnaw at him:
And then, Masa-dono? Do you intend to seek another contract along the road? Though inquisitive, he had still cast a glance over his shoulder, his eyes resting upon the fair young woman and the group’s burden.

What do you mean to do with those two, Masa-dono? He had entrusted his blade to Masa, yet found it difficult to grasp the path they were now treading. A samurai would not, by nature, voice so many doubts — his loyalty to his lord should have sufficed. But in truth, Shinjou knew too little of Masa, and less still of his true purpose.