Chapter 41; The General
Goro wore his helmet, while I let my long hair loose in the wind. Back we hugged, bowed to each other. Jiro and Taro were escorted to the guardrail area of the Goro-Takezaki Suenaga clan. Saburo is nowhere to be seen. Before we rode a horse, a shout called my name. "Genta, wait!" Saburo approached. In his hand, there was a blue helmet. "It matches the color of your armor. This is my father's. Use it." "What about You?" "I will use my own." "Thank you," I whispered, nodding deeply. I tied my hair back with a rubber band. Saburo's father's helmet was even heavier than Fujiwara's helmet which was lost in the Iki war. The dark blue color contrasts slightly with the light blue of my harness, especially its shape, more so the image of a young samurai. My ponytai
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