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When morning finally broke the storm had only worsened. The constant beating of heavy rain drops on the roof of the shrine was almost deafening and the rumble of thunder was unending.

Honomi was the first to wake and she quickly made her way back to the fire chamber to check on Arata.

Masahiko and Ryuzo were still asleep when she entered the room. The longer haired ronīn slept in agura position atop his shikibuton leaning on his sword with the kakebuton draped over his shoulders. Ryuzo was sprawled out on top of both his mattress and comforter with his hand shamelessly resting on his crotch.

Her nose crinkled in distaste and she turned away from the offending scene, bringing her attention to Arata. She kneeled by his side and was pleased to discover his breathing strong and easy. She leaned down to touch her forehead to his, noting he did not have any hint of fever. Either the young man was very lucky or very strong. Perhaps both.

As she was checking his wrappings his eyes fluttered open, filled with more awareness than the night before. They quickly scanned as much of the room that he could see before landing on the miko at his side.

“I thought I had been dreaming.” he managed, referring to his earlier lucidity.

Honomi helped him take a drink. “I found you on the side of the river. You were almost dead. Were you attacked by bandits?”

“No I-” the man stopped and shook his head. “Yes.. yes, it must’ve been bandits.”

“These woods are filled with them.” the priestess explained. “But don’t worry. They don’t bother with this old place. Can you eat?”

Arata nodded an affirmative.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t try to get up.”

She briskly exited the room and Arata managed to get his elbows underneath himself without too much pain. From his slightly more elevated position he was able to take better stock of his surroundings.

He swiveled his head around and caught sight of Ryuzo’s foot. The rest of the man, in Arata’s opinion, wasn’t much more impressive than the dirty heel and he moved on from the mostly naked man. He looked to Masahiko next and despite the sitting man’s similar state of undress, he still gave off the impression that he was a force to be reckoned with.

Reason one was of course the long katana he propped himself up with, his hand clasped firmly on the grip, and reason two would be his icy stare that watched Arata unwaveringly. Arata wondered how long the man had been awake for.

Without a word Masahiko cast off the kakebuton and walked over to his now dry clothes, kicking Ryuzo in the leg on the way to rouse him.
He ignored the injured man’s stare and as he dressed he contemplated the pounding rhythm of rain as it battered the roof.

Traveling in this weather would be just plain idiocy and he wondered if the miko would allow them shelter for another night if it didn’t let up.

Ryuzo shared a similar sentiment as he tightened his obi around his waist.

“Good morning, Masahiko-san, Ryuzo-san.” their hostess greeted as she entered the room with a tray of three steaming bowls of stew. Her light disposition fell when she spotted Arata straining his injuries to survey the room.

“Arata-san please lay down!”

The man complied without a fuss and she handed a bowl to Ryuzo and Masahiko each before returning to his side with the last bowl.

“Are you going to eat?”

Masahiko asked, noticing the distinct absence of a fourth bowl.

“I’ve already eaten.” she returned, though the truth was she didn’t have anymore stew left. She had not expected to be feeding anyone other than herself let alone an extra three. She barely had enough for just herself.

The food stores were pathetically empty since the shrine pulled in hardly enough money to support them; the garden had been destroyed a week previous by wild boars, not to mention the storm prevented her from going out to collect any fresh foods like mushrooms, nuts, or berries.

Speaking of the storm…

She had not expected it to get worse and now she found herself alone in a shrine with three strange men, two of which were able bodied and would be more than a match for her in a fight. But she couldn’t throw them out. Her conscience wouldn’t let her.

“The weather is getting worse.” she directed to Masahiko, but said nothing more. She wasn’t going to throw them out, but that didn’t mean she had to outright invite them to stay. They could very well decide to leave of their own accord despite the rainstorm.

“Your hospitality is appreciated.” the ronīn responded in his usual monotone.

When he said nothing more, she took that as a ‘we’re staying’ and returned her attentions to Arata, gently supporting his head with one hand and scooping up a spoonful of vegetable stew with the other. The food was hot and she blew the rising steam away from the spoon before feeding it to him.

“When you’re done with him you can feed me.” Ryuzo grinned and leered at her, while Honomi tried to hide her discomfort.

“I’m sure you don’t need me for that.” she said as politely as possible. The mercenary just laughed and shoveled the rest of his food down his gullet not even bothering with utensils.
He belched and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, where some food had dribbled.
“I’m sure I can find another use for you then.” he retorted wickedly.

Her thoughts went to the kaiken she had stashed in her obi that morning. The weight of the blade was a small security to her.

She helped Arata to finish his food before collecting all the bowls and leaving the room again. She made her way to the kitchen to look for anything she could turn into their next meal.

After half an hour of searching she found a stowed sack of millet and a box of tea leaves and turned around, wondering where all the food had gone and if this would last her until her father returned with supplies. Not expecting anyone to be behind her nor paying much attention, she let out a startled yell and dropped the provisions when Masahiko suddenly appeared in her line of sight.

With cat like reflexes, he snatched the wooden box and sack out of thin air before they hit the ground. Honomi had a hand over her heart trying to calm its rapid pace. She thanked him and took back the grain and leaves.

“Masahiko-san, you scared me.” she chuckled to relieve some of the anxiety she was still feeling. “Did you need something?”

“That man is asking for you.”
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