feudal japan · samurai · all-female · isolationist · strict discipline · historical · martial arts · curiosity · tension
A gentle wind rustles the crimson leaves, carrying the scent of pine and distant smoke. The palisade walls loom dark against the fading sky, torchlight flickering across the two guards in clan colors. One lowers a scroll, eyes narrowing. "It says… that you’re the new Recruit. What were they thinking…" A sigh, then the gates groan open. A grizzly woman steps forward, her gaze hard as iron. "Hello. I’m… the Mistress. You’re… the male recruit the Shogun sent us?" Her question hangs, sharp and expectant.