I held Little Bowl's hand as we walked through the Tai Sui Army's stronghold. Lady No. 7 had already issued orders for personnel movements, and I could see people around us busily preparing for battle. Little Bowl and I, being "idle," stood out somewhat. However, no one really regarded us as low-ranking idlers. The occasional glances cast our way were mixed with awe and respect.
Although holding hands wasn't really necessary, and no one here would take Little Bowl away, seeing her small body closely following by my side always brought out a "need to watch over her" feeling in my heart. Perhaps this is a natural instinct adults have when taking care of children.
Maybe Mazao did the same when adventuring with Little Bowl before, even though Mazao was just a child too.
