Sasori wrote:"Gensai-san, I might need a little assistance, when it is safe to get back on the ground", she says shyly to the ronin.
Already in the middle of checking the integrity of the rope they’d secured for their makeshift flotation device from earlier, Gensai scarcely requires any further prompting from the shugenja to lend assistance. Still, the shugyōsha is courteous enough to pause and look up at the Asahina priestess with a slight nod, his travel-worn face looking decidedly haggard from hunger and sleeplessness among other things. “Mochiron
*, Asahina-sama.” he rasps out from his parched throat before returning to the task at hand.
Confident that the rope still remains strong and secure, Gensai marshals the others to grab hold of the thick hemp cord tethered between a sturdy branch and the partially destroyed boat below, then through their combined strength begin to slowly reel the raft towards the base like a fisherman slowly reeling in a fishing line.
With the tides having significantly calmed and receded throughout the interior of the town, the task is fairly straightforward and before long the raft sits as a relatively stable platform beneath the eaves of what the drifter just now notices to be a wisteria that they’d been taking shelter in. The sheer initial impact of the tsunami had all but stripped it of its distinctive purple, violet, pink and white hued foliage.
One by one, they climb down the rope held firm and steady by Gensai and the others until finally after Kanko-Cho’s gingerly descent the rōnin follows down shortly after with a practiced ease born from a life spent amid rolling hills, jagged peaks, and majestic mountain ranges.
Looking up at the enormous wisteria that had saved and sheltered them from the worst of this nightmarish situation, Gensai quietly offers a solemn prayer of thanks to the kami inhabiting its mighty boughs before turning to rejoin the others who have begun making their way toward the growing assembly of fellow survivors, several of whom the vagabond recognizes from the party at Magistrate Hirawara’s estate.
In the wake of the instructions left by Ryoko and her subsequent departure in order to seek out other survivors with Shonogen in tow, Gensai is left to consider the tattered remnat of the town's remaining inhabitants gathering together in what used to be the town square, all but a mere handful clearly still in shock over the harrowing catastrophe that has all but obliterated their quiet seaside town if their lifeless expressions and aimless wandering about are of any indication.
While meditating on the necessary steps to facilitate the duties laid down by the Crane Samurai-ko, Gensai is heartened to see the normally demure Kanko-Cho and the foppish Kyousuke taking the initiative by committing themselves to the duties best suited to their talents and skills in this dire time of need.
Leaving the two of them to their self-appointed roles, the towering shugyōsha sets about stirring the people to action. Leading by example he rolls up the sodden sleeves of his drenched kimono and begins the arduous task of clearing the wreckage from those buildings still left intact in the aftermath of the Tsunami’s impact to be repurposed for use as shelter. Occasionally after hauling away or heaving aside a heavy piece of debris, Gensai pauses long enough to look over his shoulder at the disparate crowd of survivors with an encouraging smile, loudly and vigorously urging everyone to lend their aid in whatever way they can before resuming his laborious endeavors once more.
''At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.'' - Lao-Tzu