
Just thinking about the events of the previous night, he felt so embarrassed. He was fortunate that Osu was there to help treat his injuries and though he didn’t have enough time to fully rest, preferably a day’s good long sleep, he was ready. This was his only chance– he thought. He couldn’t endanger the village nor rely on Osu all the time. He would have to trust Junko’s judgment and follow the latter’s lead.
He was wearing a blue jacket and black trousers, coupled with boots. His backpack was on the ground, leaning next to the wall of the office of the gatekeeper. He had come as early as he could, not wanting to appear uncommitted. He still had a bandage around his head, the only one sticking out, while numerous more were wrapped around his body underneath his clothes. But he would be able to treat them later as Osu had done most the previous night.
With the cig balancing between his lips as he stood, he wondered if the guards along the gates were wary of him. Surely they would have heard about the incident at the school grounds. But he really shouldn’t dwell on that. Instead, he should try to remember if he enough packed with him. Such little notice, he would only get to pack a few clothes and perhaps his basic first aid kit. His swords, both the uchigatana and the wakizashi, were leaned next to his backpack. Other than that, he really didn’t have anything with him. Whatever documents there was, Junko was the one bringing them.
[Requesting Junko]