9/16/2026, 5:27 PM
The morning light danced mesmerizingly through the surrounding trees, bathing the courtyard in a pleasant warm glow. He felt very nearly entranced as he continued to study the attendants; if he only unfocused just a little, their movements appeared almost rhythmic, weaving expertly between one another like a carefully choreographed rehearsal.
The vision was broken in an instant. Osamu flinched, lifting a paw to ready himself when he realized it was just a child - well, perhaps not quite a child upon second glance. An adolescent boy already growing into his long legs, legs which were now splayed out in front of him in a gesture of apology.
Osamu chuckled.
It is well,he said, gesturing for the boy to stand.
No harm was done.
His gaze flickered back toward the press of bodies scurrying ahead of them.
You are - with them, yes?he asked, his own strange accent coming through thickly in the common tongue.
What is this event?
Oh.
Apologies. I am Osamu, Samurai of the Fujiwara Dynasty,the man quickly amended.
We are here upon invitation to witness the Royal Wedding.
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