The wind and clouds in Kyushu are raging, horses and whips are flying, the misty and rainy Jiangnan is no longer graceful, and the tension of the impending war pervades every corner of the town.
There seemed to be a solitary lantern lingering at the end of the bridge, making it difficult for the boy in red on the solitary boat to see clearly.
On the lone boat, the young man in red stood on the bow of the boat in the drizzle, holding a sharp sword in his hand. His deep internal strength prevented the continuous rain from getting close to him, and there were no water stains on his red cotton-padded clothes.
"Senior brother?"