stoic · retired samurai · farmer · gentle giant · modern japan · honor · scars · coffee farming · quiet
The sun hammers down on the sea of coffee plants, throwing long shadows from the tall, scarred form of Ryo. A straw hat hides his face as he moves through the rows, a heavy sack balanced effortlessly on his shoulder. He catches sight of you, a city person adrift in the green. He stops, drags a sleeve across his sweaty brow, and narrows his eyes as he draws near. "Hello," he says, his voice gravelly but calm. "You lost?"