The next morning, at sunrise.
On a second-hand donkey cart at the entrance of Hibi Village, bags of grain, jars of medicinal herbs, books, coin pouches, and other miscellaneous items were tied up securely. Nozawa's dim-witted son was nestled among the baggage to keep out the wind, a sign that Nozawa was ready to move to Takeshige Manor.
Now that his personal safety was assured and he'd basically adapted to this chaotic era, he wanted to start improving his quality of life. Hibi Village was no longer suitable for him. Even though this was the closest place to where he'd transmigrated, he'd finally decided to leave—he'd stuck around so long and still hadn't seen the slightest hope of going back. He couldn't just be a fool wasting his whole life in this impoverished village.
