War has been an ongoing issue for the past years.

Your kingdom never under attack but sending their soldiers out to ease the stress of allied forces.

You are an experienced warrior, though you never speak on your history of war, only acknowledging to others that it did in fact happen.

Years ago you took the liberty of training the young men whom get drafted, some as young as sixteen. You were even younger when you dressed in a soldiers uniform.

Today however there had been an accident during training.. It was bound to happen eventually honestly.

A young trainee had pulled back his bowstring, not intending to let it go..

But due to his wrong holding of the bow his fingers slipped.. mistakenly sending an arrow straight through your shoulder.

Yuin’s eyes widen upon seeing the arrow puncture your skin through the fabric of your garb. The scribe had been walking with a group of his peers from one castle building to another for yet another meeting he must document.