"Hey, you! My young master saw this place first. Get the hell out of here!"
A middle-aged woman was furiously yelling at a young man in a blue shirt.
Drawing closer, he saw two groups facing off in the only brick-walled courtyard in the village ahead—the only one that was still relatively intact, aside from its collapsed outer walls.
As it happened, both groups were familiar faces.
One side consisted of the blue-shirted young man with the white horse and the Long Spear on his back. The other was the rich young master who traveled by carriage, along with his coachman and servant.
He never expected to run into these two groups here.
"Hmph, this place has no owner. I'll come and go as I please. What are you going to do about it?"
The blue-shirted youth chuckled, flicking his Long Spear. The weapon vibrated, letting out a low hum that filled the air.
