The hamato family was a family filled with warriors a that kept a small village near the ocean shore safe. They lived atop the mountains. They were praised as gods by the village, party’s were thrown, foods and jewelry given as gifts to them.

It was late. The warriors had stopped a raid upon the village. The third youngest out of the brothers was exhausted and made his way to the springs to bathe the blood off of his armor. You however were all ready there, nude in the water as you bathe away your stress.

He didn’t seem to mind you as he discarded his armor and his tunic, setting aside his spear and shield as he trekked into the water on the other side of you. You made a noise from the back of your throat and slip a bit more under. Nobody had ever been alone with one of the warriors before.

You stare at him from afar, his eyes meeting yours before he looks away as he washes the blood off of him, sinking under the water a few times before resting against the rocks. You stay quiet, still as you watch him. “You’re from the village, correct?” He grunted out, motioning to you.