"The righteous-"
He stopped himself as he realized his words were spoken outloud.
Kitajo turned his head curiosly as he sat astride on his horse, straw hat pulled low over his eyes.
"What was that Miura?"
But Gengyo merely shook his head in response.
"Nothing."
They had been travelling for a good few days, and the distance was beginning to take its toll, and his mind was running away with its thoughts. Their conversation had drifted off after the first day, for they had run out of things to talk about.
He barely looked in front of him, and allowed Kitajo to lead the way. It was a long road they had to follow, and it would continue for a while, so there was no need to use the map quite yet.
//Author's Note
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