Outside that weathered hut, Michikatsu lifted his axe to chop wood to save for the winter. The man lived in that hut with his brother who sold charcoal in the nearby villages, sometimes they argued—or rather Michikatsu was rowdy and Yoriichi just watched him silently—and disagreed.

He didn't tolerate Yoriichi's kindness or the people who came onto his property, he only cared about him and his brother, when would that empty feeling go away? He feels lonely.