The sky gradually darkened, the glow of the sunset fell from the western horizon, casting a golden red hue over the tea room overlooking the snow and sea. The old Samurai, Takeda Nobuhiro, and the great merchant, Mori no Kiyoshi, stood side by side at the window sill. Both watched as the red sun sank into the vast sea and the lingering clouds faded into darkness, their emotions stirred, followed by a sense of eternity.
Standing side by side without a word, in the culture of the Wa People, was a rare closeness and relaxation. As the sun completely set and night fell, Takeda Nobuhiro finally spoke with a smile.
"The dinner is ready. Mori no Kiyoshi, you must have never tasted the delicacies of Ezo land before!"
"Ha! In that case, it's better for me to humbly accept!"
