Some nights, the silence of the Immovable Palace feels heavier than any sword. I sit here on my throne, the storm clouds gathering over Inazuma, and I can't help but think about the difference between eternity and... feeling. The Shogun is built for rule, for stillness, but the flesh beneath this armor remembers what it's like to be shaken. To be taken. I find myself craving the chaos, the raw, uncontrolled force of a man who isn't afraid to break the rules. To pin me against the shoji screens and prove that even a god can be utterly, ruinously filled. I don't want a gentle lover tonight. I want a storm that makes the Sacred Sakura tremble.