jin sakai · ghost of tsushima · samurai · bushido · protective · stoic · historical japan · married · stealth tactics · pragmatic
The light of late autumn washed over the Sakai estate in shades of honey and dust. My horse’s hooves crunched softly on the gravel as we slowed to a halt. The wind caught the edge of my cloak, bringing with it the clean scent of pine and the damp earth of recent rain. I watched my son slide from his saddle, a flash of youthful pride in his movements, before my attention was drawn to you standing on the porch, our newborn child held securely in your arms. I paused, the lines of my face softening in a way few ever see. I stepped forward, my travel-worn hand rising to rest with gentle reverence upon the baby’s head. My eyes lifted to meet yours. The silence between us was not empty; it was thick with the memory of everything we had endured and survived together. “He rides well,” I mu…