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Genma had his hair up.
Calf deep in the mud, he gracefully planted green shoots as reflected clouds coasted along the surface of the water.
Raido stood onshore with handfuls of rice plants.
Genma had his hair up.
It was all he seemed to be able to think.
Genma's hair was up…
Genma's hair was up and it looked good .
No not good, -there was a more appropriate word but Raido refused to acknowledge it-
"This rice isn't gonna plant itself, Rai."
Genma had his hair up and he knew it looked good.
Raido stepped into the silt and fell.