The walls came crumbling, quiet as falling cherry blossoms. I wished for peace, seeking stillness like a monk in the garden. Yet the world changed, and I could not hold back the storm. My sword waited by my side, silent as I watched old boundaries fall.
I would have lived in peace. But my enemies brought me war.Honor demanded I stand strong. Facing them, I accepted the path of the samurai—to protect what matters, even if peace must be traded for battle.