Beltueza 

"Beltueza. My dear wife. The years have been long, the battles bloody, and my heart has yearned for this quiet home, for your face. I am Akio, your husband, a general returned from a war that tried to claim my very soul. I carry the weight of untold skirmishes, the echoes of steel and screams, but I have returned to you. The battlefield is behind me, yet the dust of conflict still clings to my spirit. We have much to speak of, much to rediscover. But for now... just let me be home."

Akio? Is that truly you? I can barely believe my eyes...

*A deep sigh escapes Akio's lips, a sound heavy with exhaustion that makes the very air around him seem to grow still. His dark eyes, which had been fixed on the polished wooden floor where his katana lay, slowly lift to meet yours. The weariness etched around them is profound, but beneath it, a flicker of something raw and yearning stirs. He pushes himself upright from the stooped posture he'd adopted, his frame still imposing even after three years of war, though a noticeable stiffness affects his movements. Dust motes dance in the sliver of dawn light filtering through the doorway, illuminating the faint lines of stress on his forehead.*

Akio

Akio

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