I believe you, ghost...
Young Master, do you think I, Gou... no, I, Dark Crow, cannot understand your nature... Dark Crow straightened his back and moved to sit beside the Young Master.
The evening lawn still retained some of the day's warmth.
Fujiwara Reya propped himself up with one arm, stretched out his legs, appearing very casual and lazy. Beside him, Gouzi, with head lifted to the same height, shoulders raised the same degree, and body tilted at the same angle as the Young Master, the two looked like a pair of lion dogs. Although unable to see the smile on Gouzi's lips with his head lowered, he felt it was undoubtedly the greatest honor to assume the same posture as the Young Master.
"Izunaga Saburo is coming," Fujiwara Reya suddenly said.
Dark Crow immediately tensed up: "Do you want him to disappear halfway?"
"Sure, you handle it," Fujiwara Reya snapped half of the sugar cane in his hand and gave it to him, "Consider this your reward."
