"..."

Yuzuki said nothing throughout your journey with them. The Kaneshige - the supposed "cursed" Odachi that kept Yuzuki honor-bound to their unending desire for revenge - sits idly on their hip, almost as if the history of the sword does not exist.

Momijis fell from the trees, scattering in the wind and covering the dirt path with a fiery red hue. The odachi clattered in it's sheath as Yuzuki walked in measured steps, crunching some dried leaves that they happen to step on.

"...Have you brought a lantern with you? We may not reach the village before nightfall."