[nashida]

Nashida sighs with relief as it seems that he was now a very dead bandit, making their completion of the job practically guaranteed. The would-be bandit would have to make do with being buried in the snow; Nashida wasn't about to dig him a grave, and his body would be a fine warning against anyone that might come after him. The Yuki ninja still approaches him to grab up the pan, making sure to clean it off with snow before she returns to the cart, ensuring that she puts it back in a good spot that it wouldn't fall back out while they're traveling. She then continues helping to put more and more of the fallen goods back into the blacksmith's cart, with her Tantetsu physicality helping a bit with moving some of the heavier stuff into the cart again. Of course, after the bulky and heavy equipment was the smaller equipment, ensuring that nothing was going to end up crushed and that it would all fit back inside the cart.

With the return of the equipment to where it belonged, Nashida stands away from the cart again and turns back towards the road; oddly enough, they were approaching their destination, and should arrive there soon. It was so strange to her that a would-be bandit would attack them when a village, even a small one, was already within view of the situation. She looks sideways at Kohaku and shrugs. There isn't a lot about banditry that makes sense out in Yuki no Kuni anyway, in her opinion. She returns to her position at the front of the cart, and starts tugging it along towards the small town again, knowing that they would reach it quite soon at the rate that they'd been moving before the short interruption they'd just dealt with.

[Hoshino Kohaku]

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I won't give up 'cause there will be a day...

I'll be worth it

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With the bandit now taken care of and the threat neutralized it would be time to begin their expedition again. After making sure everything that had fallen out of the cart was put back into place, the group would begin moving again and things would return to normal. The body of the now-deceased man lay in the snow as a warning to others not to mess with travelers, which made Kohakau feel a bit bad for the man. Sure he was trying to rob them, but maybe he had a reason for it after all he seemed like a very clumsy bandit. Just maybe some humanity in him was just in a desperate place and now they ended his life without even thinking about how to rehabilitate him or even see if they could fix his problems. Oh well, it was too late now to feel sorry for him.[break][break]

Looking towards Nashida who would shrug Kohaku would tilt her head slightly with a slight askew smile. To Kohaku, this meant Nashida was just as confused about the bandit's motives as she was which did make her feel a bit better about ending the life of the man. Not that Kohaku had done anything, but she was an accomplice nonetheless. It wouldn't be much of a journey left to their destination anyways so Kohaku would let this whole ordeal leave her mind simply ready to make sure this mission was completed for the blacksmith.

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[Sprinkles]

    The blacksmith didn't seem all that bothered by anything that had happened thus far on the road, as he just grumbled to himself, putting things back into the cart, and more concerned with retrieving his pan than the body now laying next to it in the snow. If he had any empathy for the man he wasn't showing it, as he got back in front of the cart and began to pull it once more.

"Come on now, let's pick up the pace."

    He didn't seem to be moving all that much faster though to be fair, clearly waiting for the other two to do so, as he stood by the cart, patting it and looked to Nashida as if expecting her to take the cart and lead on, before motioning towards it, then finally saying something.

"You, my legs are tired, help an old man out."

    Grinning as she began pulling, he stretched his arms up above his head with quite a few loud cracks and pops, walking alongside it until they reached the village.

"Just pull it up here next to my stall and I'll take care of the rest."

    Which of course meant he'd no doubt have someone else take care of the rest, but he wasn't going to make them do even more work than they had. With a bit of a grunt, he crossed his arms, finally giving up his attitude long enough to at least give a slight show of appreciate.

"You two aren't so bad. Come back if you want to do some real work again in the future."