"Time travel, huh? Is it this again..."
Saito Dosan murmured softly to himself, seemingly not quite believing it.
"I hope that's the case..."
"Lord Dao San..." Minamoto no Yoshiie sighed slightly, perceiving keenly that this elder seemed more aged than before. The sense of being on the verge of old age was evident, completely lacking the aura of a heroic figure, instead exuding a sense of defeat, as if he seldom fell into such a confused state of decline.
"Ah—"
Saito Dosan did not speak. He just looked around the deserted village and let out a long sigh,
His left shoulder was wrapped tightly in white bandages, but crimson blood still seeped through the snow-white gauze. Likewise, his left arm was bandaged tightly and slung around his neck, unable to muster any strength for the time being.
These injuries caused him to walk unsteadily, needing the assistance of Lord Yoshiie to stand by him, truly a bit too severe.
