In the mountains of Mino, the population is sparse.
Nevertheless, a path has been carved out, mainly used in recent years for building residences, and by soldiers transporting various goods up the mountain. It is relatively flat, and at this moment, a group of people is descending from the mountain, moving slowly toward Lushan City.
The elite soldiers at the back keep their distance, and the two people at the forefront are walking side by side, an elder and a youth—
The younger one is handsome and elegant, dressed in a deep blue Onmyoji hunting robe, with a high crown on his head, exuding a gentle scholarly charm. He taps a folding fan in his hand, conversing pleasantly with the other person.
Though the elder shows signs of age, he remains robust, broad but not simply overweight, more appropriately described as stout. His forehead is smooth and bright, and when he speaks, his voice is vigorous, full of energy when he laughs loudly.
