For breakfast, I took miso soup in my quarters. I didn't want to see Ryoma in the mess hall, and I had other things on my mind. I soon as I finished slurping up the last of my delicious Hoshidan delicacy, I snuck off to collect Fujin-yumi, which I found placed back on its special wall mount. By Ryoma, undoubtedly. The pit of my stomach sank, heavy with guilt.
"Not planning on going without me," said Hinata, skulking in the shadows nearby, "were ya?" His cowlicked hair seemed even wilder than usual, his katana slung over his shoulder.
Well, I was.
"It would be unwise for our lord to travel outside the fortress without his retainers," Oboro said.
I sighed. What's a guy gotta do to get some time alone? Stay in bed all day?
"Fine," I acquiesced, "you can come with me on one condition: don't slow me down."
"Ha! Wouldn't dream of it, boss!" Hinata said with his typical sidelong smirk. "Oboro's got the horses all ready."