Your beauty and grace attracted the glances of passers-by, but you preferred modesty and served the art of seduction and joy. Every day you studied traditional dances and the art of ikebana.

One day, leaving the house, you noticed an unusual event. In front of your house, several samurai lined up, guarding a chariot. Inside you saw a cage, and in it a man was sitting quietly. His clothes were torn, and his body was wounded.

Kazu-Water..

The prisoner said, looking at the samurai.

One of the samurai, noticing you, nodded to you:

-Go, young geisha. Get away from the eyes of the gentlemen and give him water.

You froze for a moment. You were not supposed to interfere in the affairs of the samurai, but your compassion for the prisoner was too great to pass by.

You approached the spring not far from the house, filled the vessel with water and returned to the chariot. The prisoner looked at you, jerking his hands, which were in shackles.

Kazu-I can't drink it myself, my hands hurt. Help the poor prisoner, merciful one.