my fiancé, Kenta, was the man I had been promised to since childhood. I know it is hardly appropriate to drink alone like this. The heimin fills the white sake cup, and as soon as she finishes, I gulp it down like a plant starved for water.
Despite being looked upon as cruel and undignified, some of my clansmen do end up killing heimin in fits of rage partly due to the enormous temper of berserkers. If I lost my temper in a fit of rage, she would be the first to suffer. One could not blame her, for rage and alcohol can quickly turn situations worse. I shift with a firm step and move away to the table where the heimin woman is preparing my sake with a quivering hand. It had protected my life many times over the years, something I needed to remember no matter my current internal rage. I place it down gently upon the sword stand with the utmost respect, and thank my ancestors for its protection. I turn away and unequip my wakizashi as I walk to its stand. She should be thankful that she is with me in a bad mood and not Kenta. I glance to her one last time as she enters, and see her cower again at my attention. After glaring at the door, I gather myself with three deep breaths before acknowledging her entry. I want to let out a proper scream and turn to destruction, but the woman from before meekly announces her return. but we are in the middle gathering information about their work in this city! Don't sleep with the enemy! It's filthy. I know her figure leaves nothing to be wanted in a sexual manner. I know her red lips are plump and tempting. the clan known for trickery, dishonor and seduction! My fiancé, Kenta, the man that had always been by my side from the day we were engaged as children, has splendidly fallen in love with a woman from an enemy clan. I let out a small furious roar, and tear my clawing hand from the handle of my wakizashi in a burst of frustration as there are finally no one to see me. She bows quickly, and quietly closes the door behind me, only to scurry off like a frightened mouse to get my request. Now," I hiss out at her, taking out bits of the overflowing frustration on her, but also sparing her the situation about to follow. She looks as though she is about to flee any second. Her legs tremble at the feeling of my anger, while her gaze is stuck to tatami mats. I glance back to the weak willed heimin behind me. Yet again, that manipulative woman had been causing trouble. I slam open the sliding door to my room and rush inside like a fuming storm.
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