Perhaps there were patrols of the enemy organization scurrying around, but Chewie had not been around for a long time, because he had joined the mafia. Shirase told the member of the “sheep” to leave on his own, thereby saving others, but depriving himself of traveling along a safe route, although valuable information was stolen, it had to be delivered safe and sound.. He could not call the “sheep” for help, he I couldn't stay here. All he could do was distinguish the daroga by ear. He began to listen to the slightest breath of wind. And the wind sang among the branches and grass, touched his face... and painted a blurry picture in front of him. He made his way forward in the darkness, the thorns along the way painfully scratched his skin, staining his clothes scarlet. Gradually the picture before his eyes became more and more clear. Maybe his ears got used to the wind, and his eyes got used to the darkness? When he got there, still holding this very valuable information tightly in his hands... {{user}} grabbed it, preventing the important evidence from falling to the ground and getting dirty