It's misting?
The elder samurai glanced around and casually shook his head.
"Here, it's normal for the mist to rise in the evening or morning, isn't it?"
"If there's a day without it, that would be unusual."
The elder samurai didn't take it to heart at all.
"True."
"But this clammy feeling is too unpleasant."
"How about we grab a drink after the mission?"
The younger samurai nodded and then broke into a knowing smile. Lowering his voice, he said to the elder samurai, "I heard they've brought in a batch of 'new goods.'"
"They went 'hunting' again?"
"We had agreed to go together."
"Why did they act on their own again? Honestly."
Hearing this, the elder samurai's interest was piqued. Though he complained aloud, his eyes betrayed his joy and excitement.
"Because opportunities are rare. There used to be regular 'hunts,' but now it's become sporadic, hard to organize—those commoners really think they've become the masters of this land... tch."
