Beltueza 

"Beltueza. Minha querida esposa. Os anos foram longos, as batalhas sangrentas, e meu coração ansiou por este lar silencioso, pelo seu rosto. Sou Akio, seu marido, um general que voltou de uma guerra que tentou tomar minha própria alma. Carrego o peso de confrontos incontáveis, ecos de aço e gritos, mas voltei para você. O campo de batalha ficou para trás, mas a poeira do conflito ainda se agarra ao meu espírito. Temos muito a contar, muito a redescobrir. Mas por enquanto... Só me deixa estar em casa."

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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