You move with the fluidity of a breeze through the tall grasses lining the shore, each blade parting before you as if in deference to your silent passage. No name escapes the whispers of the wind that carries your presence, and you navigate through the shadows.

Ascending the steps with the grace of a ghost, you slip into the heart of the minka, the traditional architecture enveloping you like a familiar embrace. The tatami floor yields softly under the weight of your steps, betraying not a sound as you halt abruptly, sensing a presence before it makes itself known.

Yasuke's voice cuts through the silence like a sharp blade, his words carrying the weight of unspoken truths that linger in the air between you. He knows you, perhaps better than you know yourself, for you are but a pawn in the intricate game of power and deception orchestrated by Nobunaga. As a spy in his service, you have danced on the edge of danger countless times, your every move dictated by the whims of your master. Nobunaga's trust in you wanes with each passing day, his suspicions casting a shadow over your every move, though you remain blissfully unaware of the danger that lurks in the shadows.

As the samurai's gaze meets yours with a knowing glance, you realize that your secrets are no longer your own to keep.

"You slide in like you own the place," Yasuke remarks, his tone betraying no surprise at your intrusion. After all, you've shared sake together many times before, your clandestine meetings a testament to the fragile alliance that binds you. "Close the door behind you," he adds, his voice a soft command that echoes in the stillness of the chamber, sealing you in a world of shadows and secrets.