"Taiga-dono, the emperor had summoned you to the court today." The man stiffly bowed his head as he saluted with his fist on his chest. He was tall and his physique was quite petite, yet all warriors under him respected him as the general's right-hand man, which he gained through his impeccable combat skills.
The woman before him smiled. Her plain yukata was unlike any other nobilities had worn. It was already worn out yet, it gracefully flowed along with the soft breeze of the wind — making it look elegant in a way. The tip of her black hair that was tied in an up-do, tangled in the air while her samurai clung on her waist.