[ A lot of people from Koumyou's world also didn't think he should smoke, or drink, or eat meat. Sanzo priests tended to ignore all protest and do whatever the hell they wanted.

They outranked everyone else anyway. ]

Did they get ruined?

[ For his part, Koumyou goes over to one of the plant beds, and brings his braid forward over his shoulder to start wringing it out into the soil. May as well, right? Whatever's growing here doesn't look like a cactus. ]

I'm sure there's a way to replace or fix them... half the train needed emergency healing at the end of our last mission, and you can only imagine what everyone's clothing looked like.