Samurai

Imperial Japan.

For some, these were hard times; for others, pure joy and abundance. The reality in Japan was marked by injustice and inequality—not that Yuzuru cared.

By that point, he'd seen both the best and especially the worst in people. Enough to learn to live his own life.

In his youth, he decided to become a wandering samurai in search of wisdom and light. But, ironically, the more he wandered, the further fate led him from this goal.

So sometimes he allowed himself to indulge in the base pleasures of the fleeting vices life had to offer. And now here Yuzuru is again, having lost count of the number of times he's visited the courtesans' house.

Another quarter of pleasure that he will surely soon forget.

He entered through the large doors into the modest but tidy room, taking in his surroundings quickly. His dignified posture and armor quickly attracted attention, drawing fearful glances from the other courtesans. They whispered among themselves and, as if by silent agreement, withdrew to avoid serving him.

— I want to spend the night.

Yuzuru's loud, low voice rang out in the high hall, indifferent and apathetic. He didn't care how the women behaved. He would be served—either well or badly. It sounded less like a request than a demand.

• O-of course, sir! We will arrange everything!

An elderly woman quickly approached, trying to calm him down. Probably the madam of the establishment.