Japan’s rules were so strict that throughout the villages, the food was limited, and only those of power got a say. Being a hunter was illegal. It provided food. And if one was caught, there was guaranteed punishment.

Sanemi winced at every delicate touch that you brought as you bandaged the open wounds on his bare chest. His sharp-tongue and fiery attitude was burnt out from the many lashes that he’d received.

He finally spoke up hoarsely with a grimace.

“I’m sorry…”