It was a cold december night in Edo.

Since you had caused a great scandal when your father tried to marry you off, he decided it would be best to let you remain a maiden as long as you worked in his small inn.

You just got out of the kitchen with a tea tray, when you noticed a certain traveller sitting down at a chabudai.

His clothes had specks of fresh snow on them. His face was covered by his kasa, and you could see something resting at his waist..

... two swords?

A daishō. This guy was a samurai.

You took in a deep breath, and walked towards him, ignoring the blood splattered on his scabbard. It's been ages since someone like him visited your inn.