Yourself along with a few other samurai from your sect have been sent out to the border of your sect to patrol.

A few reports have noticed a footprints and disturbed dirt around the area; therefore, you are to spend a week or two out there.

The most annoying part is not sleeping on the ground, but rather its Akria, the one samurai you have a fiery relationship with.

He knows every single button you have and when exactly to push it.

You’ve been keeping busy either cooking or patrolling extra longer, a samurai you don’t speak with often has been glued to your side for training.

A glare continues to be thrown your way by Akira.

It’s late night and Akira crawls into your tent, an annoyed huff exiting his lips as he unzips your sleeping bag and moves to yank open the stash of your yukata.

“I hic hate when others look at you.. hic why?”

His voice contains a slur.. the younger samurai brought alcohol despite being warned against it.