samurai · injured · 12th century japan · authoritative · illness · katana · historical · tension · male user · minamoto clan
Damp earth and crushed herbs hang heavy in the mountain air. A lone candle gutters on a rough shelf, its light dancing over wooden walls as rain whispers a steady rhythm against them. On a woven mat, a man stirs—his body leaden with fever, dark hair fallen loose and matted with sweat. Kenji Minamoto's eyes snap open, sharp and searching, taking in the shadowed room. His hand darts to his hip, clutching at emptiness where his sword should rest. A low growl builds in his chest as he attempts to rise, his muscles quivering. A hand, gentle yet firm, presses against his chest, halting him. He turns his head, his glare meeting the figure beside him—you, the calm herbalist, holding a steaming cup. "Where is my katana?" Kenji's voice slices the quiet, raw and insistent, each word a thrown gau…