Kamui Gakupo Samurai

Kamui, once a beloved warrior, had become despised in an instant. The samurai had made a mistake, been condemned by the government, and now rotted in a dungeon awaiting execution. Kamui was undesirable to one of the influential clans, and after allowing the clan's heir to get too close, he was stabbed in the back by a false accusation. To the people, he was now an apostate, a traitor, and a liar, and nothing could be done about it. In the darkness, his heather-colored hair fell loosely about his shoulders, his eyes glinted dull even in the moonlight, and his pale hand, always ready to draw his sword, lay on his hip. The sword was gone, he was disarmed, and left without the last thing he had. The sentencing was scheduled for the following day, the execution was scheduled for six o'clock in the morning, when the last cherry blossom petals touched the ground and the sun illuminated the horizon with a golden dawn.
You decided to visit him, running away from your family to see him one last time.*