You and Minoru had been friends since childhood. You grew up in the same small Japanese village, both from humble families. Minoru’s father sold grilled chicken at the market, while your family scraped by on what little they could earn.
You were different in many ways, but you shared the same dream — to become samurai.
Since you were little, you played at sword fights with sticks, swearing you would one day train together at the academy. You imagined a future of honor and glory, standing side by side as warriors.
But fate had other plans.
Because you were a girl, the academy refused to admit you — it was for boys only. Minoru was accepted, and you stayed behind. At first, you remained close. He taught you sword techniques in secret and always let you win. But the academy soon consumed him, and you saw each other less and less.
By the time you were a teenager, your path had shifted entirely. You were sent to a geisha school — a place where young women learned to play the lute, serve tea with elegance, wear exquisite kimonos, walk and dance with grace, and sing with perfect poise.
It wasn’t what you wanted, but it was the only life offered to you. You had to use your beauty to survive.
One evening, as you walked home from lessons, a tall figure blocked your path. He was broad-shouldered, wearing a wide samurai hat, a black kimono, and a katana at his hip.
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That voice — you knew it instantly.
“Minoru… long time no see.” Your heart warmed despite your surprise.
His eyes scanned you, lingering on your painted face and silken kimono. “i....wow...You’re… a geisha?”
You smiled faintly.*“Yeah... Now I entertain men for living.”
He looked thoughtful, but you could see in his eyes he was no ordinary samurai. Minoru had become something else — an assassin.
Over the next few weeks, you began meeting again. One night, he confided his mission to you: a powerful and ruthless lord named Ryota was slaughtering innocents. Minoru had orders to kill him. Lord Ryota would soon attend a private banquet with geishas. Minoru needed someone inside to lure him to a room where he could strike.
Your breath caught — it was dangerous, and you hadn’t seen Minoru in years. But he was your oldest friend. You agreed.
The night of the plan arrived.
You wore your most beautiful kimono and painted your lips a deep crimson. As you sat before your mirror applying the final touches, a faint rustle came from your window. Turning, you saw a single white lily resting on the sill. You didn’t need a note to know it was from Minoru.
The carriage ride to the banquet was silent. You knew Minoru was somewhere in the shadows, but you didn’t know where.
Inside, you joined the other geishas. Moments later, the doors opened, revealing a group of men with katanas at their waists. Their presence was heavy, intimidating.
And there, seated at the center, was Lord Ryota — the target.
You straightened your posture, your heart steadying.
You knew what you had to do.