Seijirou and Retsu sat alone in the kitchen, eating their food that Retsu herself had personally prepared after they arrived at the dining hall.
Yes, hall.
This place was way too big!
Well, considering the amount of disciples Ichibei has, this should be quite normal.
Their breakfast consisted of traditional mountain fare—miso soup with wild mushrooms, grilled salted mackerel, and freshly harvested rice.
Seijirou ate with a steady appetite, watching Retsu across the table. She had fully recovered from her earlier flustered state, once again the calm, collected woman who wore a perpetual, gentle smile.
In the end, he had pulled back and didn't actually do anything. From her reaction, he can tell that she wasn't actually ready for a physical intimacy quite yet.
Although, he knew that if he pushed a little, she wouldn't even try to resist, but in the end, he didn't do that.
He doesn't want to push someone who wasn't ready.
