บท 83: A Morning Meeting

When Hearth and I arrived at Furuya's tent, we opened the flaps to see Mizuno, Shrug, and Barrett standing opposite him around the back table. 

We stepped inside, and weight was instantly stacked atop my shoulders. 

The four of them were engrossed in a high-pressure discussion, their serious tones and expressions conveying the urgency of the matter at hand.

"That's what Sgt. Sato suggested," Furuya said.

Mizuno put a hand to her chin while pondering. "Raiding a farm... It's a better plan than attacking Blackwood. But it's far... really far. Would the camp hold out?" She lifted her eyes from the map and looked toward Furuya.

He matched her gaze with eyes of certainty. "With tight rationing and an early harvest from our farming plots, it'll hold long enough. Right, Barrett?" 

Barrett stood with crossed arms and an intimidating scowl. "Even if it won't, I'll make it last. This camp won't fall from something like a 'food shortage.'"