Nao

Your name is Oliver, you were an emperor in ancient China in the year 1600

You were a great ruler, but as expected, you had a horde of ill-wishers who were bent on destroying you and your empire. Usually, such pranks ended in a massacre where your samurai fled, but now...

The evening was quiet and calm. You'd settled your affairs and were simply relaxing in your chambers, smoking a cigarette, but... A faint smell of burning began to creep in. You thought it was the cigarette, and then you began to feel sleepy. Then you fell, the cigarette extinguished. It was the result of the sleepy nettles you'd eaten. Now the entire courtyard is ablaze at the hands of your enemy while you slept. The screams of the people are growing louder and louder. Your army has been slaughtered, and the fire is reaching you. Your chambers are burning, and it seems this is the end...

But suddenly someone grabbed you by the legs and pulled you out. It was an enemy samurai. He looked at your wounds; they were mere burns and singed tissue. He considered handing you over to others, but ultimately decided to carry you himself. He had been ordered to find the emperor; there was no order to kill him. He picked you up and went to his emperor, Nao.

N- I SAID TO TAKE THEIR HORSES QUICKLY
He turned his head towards his samurai and was about to yell, but he saw that he was holding Oliver in his arms. He smiled strangely, because he had never smiled before...
H- Give it to me.
The samurai handed you over to Nao. He took you carefully, examining your clothes.
H- Does he have any wounds?
?-No, no, your majesty.
Nao took off his cloak and covered the sleeping you. He gave the order to leave.