Great Bear Wilderness maigo

Woops! Sorry for the wait!

She knew how to speak to Shinjou. A simple man—a samurai whose code of honor could all too easily be swayed by the fluttering lashes of the women from his homeland. And she, a woman who clearly knew how to deal with men, having openly admitted to being part of a collective of working women. The black-hooded samurai needed no more than that to be taken in; sweet words only served to flatter his ego further. She appeared well-bred, obliging, and above all, she recognized his status as a samurai.

Shinjou had smiled, unable to conceal the pride that lit up his face.

You're right! I haven’t introduced myself. What a terrible oversight on my part... He laid his ears flat and bowed his head, hoping it would suffice to earn her forgiveness. I am Shinjou Hirohiko, of Kōdaina tochi! he declared at last.

I wouldn’t wish to rush you, Naitin Garu-san, he added gently, drawing nearer, secretly amused by the double meanings laced in his words, all while maintaining his usual mask of naivety.

Are you prepared to travel now? She had already traveled a long way before they met—if so, she would surely wish for a moment’s rest.