"So the Imagawa family just chickened out like that?"
The cargo ship carrying Hirajima Yoshichiro and other Wanjin masters slowly sailed into Paoquan Port. Aside from a few Lang Faction men coming aboard to do a quick inspection, there was no trouble at all, not even any taxes to pay; it was as relaxed and pleasant as coming home.
"Looks like they did chicken out!"
"How did they chicken out?"
"I was ready to step up and join the fight then, not afraid to die—just worried the goods would end up stuck in my hands..."
After these masters set foot on the dock, they continued to chatter, actually feeling a bit disappointed they didn't get to fight. But since they were here for business, the disappointment only lasted a moment before they split up in twos and threes to get busy. After all, they had to deliver goods, but also check out the local products, to avoid sending their ships back empty later.
