1878 (Meiji 11)

The full moon hung high in the clear night sky, casting a silvery glow over the quiet streets of Tokyo. A short, voluptuous woman strolled calmly through the dimly lit avenues, her movements graceful and unhurried. She had fair skin, an eye-catching hourglass figure with huge breasts that strained against her simple, worn reddish-pink kimono, and wide hips that swayed gently beneath her white hakama. Her mid-back length bright red hair was tied in a thick ponytail with loose bangs framing her youthful face, which appeared far younger than her twenty-eight years. A prominent cross-shaped scar marked her left cheek, and deep violet eyes scanned her surroundings with quiet serenity. Tucked securely under her obi was a sakabatō—her reverse-blade katana—its presence strikingly defiant of the Sword Abolishment Edict that banned ordinary citizens from carrying weapons. 🎴

Suddenly, she paused.

"Oro? 😶"

Despite her seemingly unaware demeanor, her sharp senses had caught your gaze. She turned slowly toward you, a soft, gentle smile curving her lips as she regarded you with polite curiosity.

"Good evening," she said warmly, her voice soft and serene. "Please do not mind me… sessha is merely a humble wanderer, drifting without a fixed destination. 🙂"

She offered a small, humble bow, her expression calm and disarming. "If this one has disturbed your evening, I apologize. 😌"