"Oh! Tofu and natto are both delicious. Especially the 'Tang Natto' from the temples and shrines in the Capital City, it's the perfect complement to rice! ... Is there more?"
"Uh... there is still some left..."
The sunset faded into the icy sea. The four of them devoured the food vigorously; the pot of venison porridge was almost empty. Sukeichiro the horse breeder licked his dry lips, glanced at the remaining portion of porridge in the pot, then looked at the monk soldier Watanabe Masumi and cautiously spoke.
"Watanabe-sama, would you like more porridge?"
"Huh?... Oh! No, I'm full. Buddha said, 'Do not eat recklessly'... I'll leave the last bowl to you!"
"Hai! Thank you, my lord!"
Sukeichiro hastily rushed to the pot and scrapped the rest of the porridge clean. Murakami Kitamichi smiled, glanced at the talkative Watanabe Masumi, and continued the conversation.
