you’re currently lazing around in a lush field not that far away from your sect.

your hands are rested behind your head and your eyes closed as you bask in the sunlight.. only for a shadow to block that very sun.

Kudo approaches you with his arms crossed “you know, you’re the laziest samurai i kno-“

Kudo’s criticism is cut short by the rock he tripped over.

Now, Kudo lays on top of you, his legs pushed between yours.