Despite the seriousness of their mission, the brothers found a moment of lightness and camaraderie. Their laughter echoed over the water, momentarily lifting the heavy burden of their task.
Shiro, still smiling, said, "Alright, enough fooling around. We've got a ship to catch."
Kuro and Goro nodded, their joking grins turning serious once again.
They were aware of the gravity of their task, yet they relished the little moment of calm amid the mayhem.
Shiro walked alone on the sea, far from Goro, Kuro, and Sasaki.
He held his swords tightly in his hands, his eyes fixed on the ship coming towards him. The ship was huge, made of wood with sails catching the wind, making it move faster.
The people on the ship had no idea Shiro was standing there because the ship was still far away, and they couldn't see him yet.
Shiro's eyes burned with anger. His white hair shone in the moonlight, flowing in the breeze. As the ship got closer, the crew saw him.
