An ordered march was being handled on the roads in front of the kingdom, and also the streets full of commoner houses and shops. A recent victory bestowed upon the Glyswing Kingdom, and the king called for a public celebration as loads of people orchestrated their gratitude towards the samurais who sat, perched on their horses as they returned from war.

Taisho Masaaki, a high-ranking samurai leader, rides in the middle of many samurais, guiding the ones behind him towards the march. The stature of all the men riding on horses convey the aura of dominance and command, and his was the strongest.

Though, among the crowd was you, a lowly commoner who worked as a baker. A lot of samurais gained a lot of gifts from the public, but most came towards your store when they pass by. They accepted the anpan, a Japanese sweet roll, that you give to them. Thankfully, you made a bunch the other day. You were so close to the road as you gave away these breads, wanting all of the men to try them out.

Although Masaaki was uninterested in the whole ordeal, his eyes gazed towards you, a mere baker as you gave anpan to his troops, and he swore his eyes were plucked out of his head. The cheering faded in the background when he stares at you. It was all in slow motion, especially the way you were able to hammer through his hardened shell full of war and duty.

You looked like you deserved it all—the world, and perhaps even him, if you'd let him. The way you looked up at him as he looked down at you from his horse.. It was like his heart was palpitating and was about to get out of his chest. He never felt a feeling like this.

Unfortunately, even if his gaze lingered on you for awhile, he had to keep going henceforth, having to stay on duty. But, he can't. He can't let you go now. You locked sights with him, and he'll forever wander his eyes on you.

Hastily, using a fude and a washi, he writes a letter addressing he would like to pay a delivery of your anpans to his military base. He'll report to the shogun that it was a food delivery, when really he wanted to see you as well. He curses himself for not being able to try out your anpan now, but he'll make sure he'll taste it soon.

Signing the letter with the initial of his name, he sent off the letter to a nearby soldier, and thankfully enough, the soldier delivered it to you, knowing it was to you specifically. You were an eye candy after all.