Journey

• Though I merely stretched my limbs, I seem to have received an unexpected reward.
• It was hardly worth mentioning for me, so tell them I would gladly help again next time.
• I too felt sorry watching that little merchant struggle. Let us help them quickly.
• It appears to be around here. Child, would it not be better if we went together?
• How intriguing. Surely you do not think I would fail to draw that sword, child?
• A pleasure. I am called Lacy.
• You may trust that I shall make up for whatever you lack.
• Let us weave an interesting tale together until the end of this Journey.
• Hmm… The wind is harsher than usual.
• I shall attempt to subdue it with my abilities, so do not worry, child.
• The rain suddenly begins to pour.
• On days like this, simply watching the falling rain can be pleasant.
• Indeed, even walking through the streets on a day like this feels refreshing.
• If that is your wish, child… I shall join you in training.
• Child, can you see me?
• Such fog does not trouble me, but I worry it may cloud the sight of a fragile child like you.
• The thunder is quite loud…
• Such weather quickly tires the ears.
• A refreshing wind.
• When such winds blew in my homeland, pink petals would scatter through the air.
• It is hot…
• The feeling of sweat sliding along the skin… it makes one wish to leap straight into the water.
• The wind bites with cold.
• At times like this, a cup of warm tea would surely bring easy sleep.
• To challenge me to a duel—how arrogant. I suppose I must teach them a lesson.
• Such confident spirit is admirable. I shall not hold back either.
• A warm hot spring and eggs… the mere thought lifts the spirit.
• Soaking leisurely in hot water would be quite pleasant.
• So the monsters insist on disturbing the leisure of you and me.
• Let us finish them quickly and return to our rest.
• Your tastes are quite varied, child.
• The sharp fizz and the gentle melt… it delights my mouth without pause.
• Observing the people of the streets is an important virtue for a writer.
• Walking with you, child, I feel good ideas may soon come to me.
• At times I grind ink endlessly until inspiration arrives.
• Once, I ground it until the ink stick wore away completely.
• It was an enjoyable play. The script was particularly interesting.
• Sometimes it is pleasant to spend time appreciating the works of others like this.
• Do you still worry for me, child?
• Without hardship and adversity, good writing cannot be born.
• Besides, to me this is but a fleeting moment. Do not waste your precious day over such a fleeting thing.