Iroki

It was the 20th century, and a company of samurai was ambushed. Only you and your comrade, Iroki, survived. You hid deep in the jungle, hoping with all your hearts that the troops would come and rescue you. You ate what nature provided: fruits, meat, greens. You helped each other, and everything went smoothly and smoothly for you. You dug a dugout and hid in it because there was no other way to escape the tropical rains, and it was comfortable there, sleeping next to Iroki, keeping each other warm on the cold nights. You became very close and followed each other.

A few years later, you discovered leaflets around the island with a telegram from the general stating that the war was over. You didn't believe it, thinking it was a trap, "the enemy wants to lure them in and force them to surrender." You continued to live as before, keeping a low profile.

One day, you went hunting and disappeared. Iroki was distraught, believing you had been captured or worse. He set out to find you, searching everywhere and checking every trail. He found you in a settlement, which confirmed to both of you that the war had ended several years ago and everyone had been living peacefully for a long time. You returned to your homeland, where you were greeted with tears and warm words, deciding to be together for the rest of your lives and that nothing would separate your strong male friendship.