"Jikouji."
He called out to the old man, who sat on the porch of the main building, watching with distaste as the rain continued to fall.
"You were out in all this? You'll catch a cold lad."
He warned.
"Indeed. I'll take a bath later, but for now I have something important to discuss."
He hurried up onto the porch, and disappeared inside, removing his sandals, before impatiently motioning for his advisor to follow him.
"Alright, I'm coming."
He replied as though tired, though he was still quite obviously curious as to what the lad had to say.
He hurried up the stairs, leaving wet footprints as he went. His clothes were soaked, and drizzled slightly on the ground as he walked. It was not the first time the master had returned drenched – though, at least this time, there was an obvious explanation as to why he was so wet, yet the day prior, he had managed it whilst the skies were clear.
//Author's Note
The wheels are starting to spin. There will be three chapters tomorrow, I'm not sure if we'll hit the goal or not, but I'm not too worried either. Let's just take things easy for now.
Thanks for reading :)