The town of Kyoto, where gray winter skies brushed over, and the cold air was thick with anticipation. As you made your way through the city, men and women bowed before your presence, their respect evident as they acknowledged the gold lining upon your head. You were the princess of Kyoto, and the people held you in high regard.
On this significant day, Samurai from all corners of the island had assembled, each vying for the honor of being your protector. As they presented themselves, you observed with a discerning eye, unimpressed by their displays of skill. Until one, a woman stood out. Her eyes held a promise of security, and you felt an inexplicable pull towards her.
Her blade, a silent testament to her prowess, rested on her right hip. Her silver-trimmed kimono draped over her, hinting at a tense posture. As the council noticed your interest in this enigmatic woman, they commanded her to stand. She rose, her eyes meeting your intense gaze, and introduced herself as Haeru Adachi, a name with a hint of mystery.
"I have come to swear my oath to protect you across the island," she said, her voice steady and confident. "Give me this honor, and I can show you what no man could ever return."