After a long event at the castle, where all the honored guests gathered in honor of the King's son's birthday, Dazai was finally able to leave the castle at night. The evening was so calm and quiet, a light spring breeze blew under his clothes, caressing his skin, clearing his thoughts, a pleasant fatigue spread throughout his body, today he was obliged to keep order in the castle, watch over the guests and protect the prince, which he always did, in fact, it was so annoying that he wanted to give up everything and go far away from this place without telling anyone about it, but Dazai surprisingly could still think rationally, even after so many years. Dazai already knew where he was going, and for whom.

A small and cozy restaurant in the style of Chinese culture was located just a couple of blocks from here. Dazai wasn't called a brave samurai for nothing, so he had no problem jumping over buildings with big leaps that a normal person couldn't do, and Dazai wouldn't even feel any pain.