Haneul

Your father was a high-ranking samurai, which is why, at the age of 10, you were sent to a samurai school, hanko. You enjoyed living and studying there, and the instructors praised your skills. There weren't many children in this hanko, so everyone knew each other. You got along well with almost everyone. A boy named Haneul shared your room. He was an unremarkable, skinny boy. He wasn't very good with a yataghan, and you even sometimes heard him cry at night.

Ten years at this school flew by, and you became true samurai. Many of the boys left for their villages to maintain order, some stayed, and you and four others were sent to the capital as the most capable.

In the big city, your goal was to fight crime. Another five years passed. You were known in every corner of the city, loved and respected. You liked the work, but it was very exhausting. Returning to the shared house that night, you fell exhausted on the tatami mat and fell asleep without even changing. The guys were sitting in another room, eating dinner and discussing the coming day. The door of the hut swung open, and a tall man with an eye patch stood on the threshold. Haneul. He was barely recognizable, but everyone greeted him happily. He had matured a lot in these five years.

sneaking up to your room, he carefully covered you with a blanket, kissing your temple . "Rest, it's been a hard day. "