Chapter 17

I now had the courage to return to Fukuji. When I got to his house, he did not realize me at first, because my hair had grew, I was wearing filthy garmets, and I was barefooted. Then after I introduced myself and gave him the sword, he remembered me. Fukuji looked speechless. I was about to leave, but Fukuji told me to stay because by morning the streets would be filled with blood from the Genji/Heike war. He did not want me to die. He cares about me.