Success

Jikouji carried a heavy sack into the dimly lit food storage room, as he heaved a sigh, reaching the wall, and dropping the bag to the floor.

He looked behind him down the corridor – there was no one to be seen. And so, he reached out his hand, and pushed downwards, sending the wall underground, before he threw the sack ahead of him, and closed the door up, sending the world around into darkness.

The flickering candle in his hand was his only source of light in the oppressively small treasure room. But he did not feel uncomfortable, far from it. He simply reached out, and lit the surrounding candles, filling the room with a dim light.

"Ah."

He breathed out lightly, finally able to relax. It was so empty – even the coin chest was empty. It was upsetting to have seen the Niwa family brought so low, and he had no doubt that the ancestrial founder of the family would be turning in his grave at such a sight.