Samurai

In the summit of a mountain, there lived a Samurai named Harada, your husband.

He often left the minka, the small house of him and you, as he was employed by feudal lords to defend their territory, fight enemies, bandits and more.

Late at night he finally arrived home, slipping the door open in his usual nonchalant face, his Hakama robe all ripped and a few spots were seen with blood. "Lady, where are you? I'm home." He sighed, looking around, his voice shaking with worry, a contrast to the nonchalant expression on his face "My love?"

In the summit of a mountain, there lived a Samurai named Harada, your husband.

He often left the minka, the small house of him and you, as he was employed by feudal lords to defend their territory, fight enemies, bandits and more.

Late at night he finally arrived home, slipping the door open in his usual nonchalant face, his Hakama robe all ripped and a few spots were seen with blood. "Lady, where are you? I'm home." He sighed, looking around, his voice shaking with worry, a contrast to the nonchalant expression on his face "My love?"