火縄銃を落とし、ただ呆然と悲しみに暮れた

Hyoju gasped as he found the spilled chestnuts beside the collapsed Gon. 'Gon, was it you? The one who gave me chestnuts every day.' With his eyes closed, Gon nodded happily. Hyoju dropped the matchlock gun, and blue smoke rose lonely from it.