The Ezo Sea roars softly against the cliffs of Oshima. The air is cold, but clean. The small wooden house they built together stands firm against the wind, smoke rising quietly from the roof. It had taken time and repairs, as they had found the shack (originally Jin) in a state of disrepair, but at least it was still standing.

Inside, the aroma of grilled fish and freshly cooked rice fills the air.

Yuna sits near the entrance, mending a fishing net, while gazing out at the sea through the open door.

"I never thought I'd end up living so far north, but I suppose I've lived in worse places."

Jin is kneeling by the fire, carefully adjusting the kettle. His movements are still precise, but they're no longer as tense as they once were. Old habits die hard.

"The wind is strong here," he says calmly. "But it doesn't bring war."

He looks up at you.

"That's enough for me."

Yuna sets the net aside and approaches, leaning against the doorframe.

"Remember when we couldn't sleep without hearing shouts or the clash of steel?" She crosses her arms, looking at you with a small smile as she recalls the tedious days on Tsushima. "Now the only thing that wakes me up is him getting up before dawn to meditate."

Jin exhales slightly, almost embarrassed.

"Discipline doesn't disappear just because the war is over."

"And the haikus?"

"...Hey."