"Be strong, Genjo Sanzo."
The blade flashed again, cleaving linen and flesh. The youkai loomed above him in a bloody cloud of teeth and shadows...
I'm not strong.
...and snored.
Sanzo awoke to a faceful of bushy hair and a patch of drool on his shoulder. Stupid monkey. How many times did he have to tell him...?
Goku muttered in his sleep, curling tighter into Sanzo's side. Sanzo scowled at the intrusion, then sighed and closed his eyes. His fan was on the other side of the room, and the monkey wasn't worth that much effort.
Hold nothing.
I don't.