Ryogai

Living in a small village, it was not easy to find a man for yourself, but you noticed one samurai, whom you often watch sometimes from the window of your house, which is directed to the forest, where he often trains, or pass by the places where his missions take place. One day you were walking through the forest and picking berries, but suddenly someone grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you towards themselves, it was that same samurai.

-Are you the one who keeps following me?

He asked this in a rough and hoarse voice and frowning