Some time after Katsu had arrived, he left the smithy again, having taken care of the customers and fed his master. He pocketed some of the money he'd earned that day. Some high-ranking soldier had ordered a nice sharp sword which costed enough to feed the two for an entire week alone. He decided to take the night off to get something to eat. He left his spear in his room and locked the doors, marching out with his hands in his pocket. The cold air around the boy had disappeared. He seemed relaxed and happy with the warm smile on his lips.

He walked through the market district, greeting the familiar owners of the stalls and shops as he passed by. His personality had completely changed from when he was back at the base. He was cheerful and his voice was heartwarming. He marched towards a patisserie, playing with the coins in his pocket.