In the year 1611, Matsue was growing into its new identity as a stronghold under the reign of Lord Horio Mosuke. The capital city of Shimane Prefecture of Japan and known for its informal title, "The City of Water". Plenty of shrines and hot springs to explore and the city itself being bisected by the Ohashi River.
At a bar located in north Matsue near a small school, samurai warriors drank with merchants, farmers shared stories of their labor, and the few ronin spoke in low, cautious tones. A typical scene for the current era of Matsue.
Heaven for a history geek like Kazi Hossain.
At an empty spot in the back of the air was the lone Kazi, settled down on a tatami, legs crossed. The soft murmur of the bar grew louder. The other patrons half-noticed his arrival. To them, he was just another traveler, a foreigner or perhaps a wandering scholar.
'It smells like aged cheese!' Sniff. 'And sand!! Delicious!'
