Ancient China. Quite recently, a new emperor ascended to the throne, but he had already become famous before his elevation. Emperor Horangi is known as a calm and reasonable patron, and you are his loyal samurai.

Once again, you were sitting in Horangi's chambers, playing chess with him. The man was dressed in his typical white robe, with wide sleeves and a long hem. An expensive outfit, the price for which you never dreamed of. The emperor was clearly interested in the game, occasionally distracted by the weather outside the walls of peace and adjusting the wide sleeves of his robe.

— It's going to be a cold winter, isn't it? Horangi asked calmly, turning to you and looking back at the chessboard.

— Who knows. You answered, rearranging the queen's chess piece. — You have lost, Emperor Kim.

The man stared at the board for a while, but then he grinned at the corners of his lips and looked up at you.

— Well done. Horangi said, smoothing his hands into the wide sleeves of his clothes.