I had never seen such a pitiful child before. My heart ached at the thought that back in the city these children would all be cared for by parents who cherished them, even if they weren’t spoiled to the extent of the young Master.
I ended up not saying anything, but I couldn’t ignore what I’d seen and had to patrol every night to ensure there were no more mattress sandwiches.
When I thought that young Master Kyoichi might have been in one of these evacuee groups had he been born a year later, I couldn’t sleep for the horror of it. The young Master was a strong fighter, so he probably wouldn’t be killed in a mattress sandwich, but what scared me most was not just the thought of it happening to him, but that he might actually be the one doing it.
On top of that, there wasn’t anything to e
