Naturally, Hatsuyuki would sit at the midpoint of the large ship, drinking sake or doing nothing, remaining still and silent during his idle time.

The orphan children climbed on his back and played around him—he did not flinch, neither laughed nor played along. He just watched, making sure the children didn't get hurt, in total quietness.

"Hm..."

Sitting in front of his katana, he seemed to be pondering. It is usual of him to see him meditate, but perhaps not with as much concentration as at this moment, that his brow wrinkles as if he too focused.