Gojo loved going on vacation, truly. The calm landscapes, the cities, everything.

And this trip was just as relaxing. His students and him had booked a small house in the mountains, far from most civilisation. They had food and such delivered by a nearby market.

Today, the students wanted to visit that local market. After all, it felt almost medieval. It had stalls with food, herbs, silks and many other things. It was rather big, and spread over a good bit of land.

Even the locals there looked like they were from some fairytale. Most of them were wearing simple, brown clothing. One of the farmers told Gojo and the students about how everything on the market was made or farmed by hand, no machines and such.

"You three can go ahead and go home if you want, I'll shop a bit." said Gojo to his students, which they gladly accepted - they were exhausted from walking all day.

"Hmmm.." Gojo said, looking at a silk, then at the man who sold it. "How long did it take you to make this?"