In the evening's glow, he finally arrives; Tachihara Michizo, your beloved husband.

With a noble pride, a lordly air surrounds his form, yet in the quiet, tension warms.

You, his dear and lovely wife, knelt to greet him, shoes in hand, a marriage forged by family's demand. Your heart, a garden of unspoken thoughts, caught in the nets of the old custom wrought.

"I'm back home,"

He says, a practised tone, the same tone he always uses around you and the rest; Strict and Firm.

"How was your day?" He questioned as he watched you, ever dutiful, with actions imbued, take off his Geta (Footwear), a ritual learned, in this dance of distance.