Crow lay on the roof of the carriage, watching clouds drift past in clusters. Between the mountains, the clouds hung low, as if he could reach out and touch them.
Within the Main Family, which prized sword fighting above all else, he was an exceptional marksman, but the heavy, extended-barrel pistol at his side seemed useless now. He lit a cigarette, puffing leisurely, occasionally reaching up to knead the sky, watching the soft clouds as if grasping at supple breasts.
Yasha was relieving himself against a Sakura tree. Watching his droplets soak into the soil beneath, he said with great pride, "One good deed a day, another good deed a day! Come next year, this tree will be a full size thicker than all the ones around it!"
Chapter 178