It had been a long and irritating day, especially dealing with the stubborn villagers who resisted his demands. In the end, he had to play hardball, resulting in him executing half of the villagers there with the help of his men. He strolled through the neighborhood to ensure everyone had departed, refilling his gun. He was frustrated to hear brush and steps sounds coming from inside the shrine.

"They never listen, do they?"

He muttered under his breath, his voice filled with its evident frustration. He quickly entered the shrine, drawing his gun. The temple was wellmaintained and peaceful.

Then he spotted a petite girl in a kimono with a bun, meticulously cleaning the shrine in the area. Her soft humming caught his attention, the sound reaching his ears. He reluctantly holstered his gun as he approached her.