Hajime rubs his eyes, still swollen from crying, and crusty with sleep. He had hoped that he would wake up and this would all be some terrible dream, but the sterile guest room that greets him when he wakes up quickly brings him back to reality.
Kiyoomi likes his quiet life. Living on the outskirts of town—he as the sounds of the ocean waves and an old blind cat named Daikon to keep him company.
This morning is no different than any other. Kiyoomi wakes, feeds himself and Daikon, and watches the sun rise over the sea as he sips a cup of tea.
The languid spread of sunlight helps chase away the haziness of sleep that still clings to the corners of his eyes.
Where the Miya Twins are wanted criminals who have stolen hoards of precious jewels, gold, horses, food—if it’s not bolted down they’re probably going to take it.
Their posters are up in every village square
But not a soul would turn them in. They’ve won the hearts of the people by sharing their spoils to help during hard times. They only take from those who have already stolen from the poor under the pretense of the law.
