It was for a kyūjitsu —a pleasure trip.
Her palanquin, simple but sturdy, swayed gently as the retinue of a dozen loyal attendants, guards, and her favorite court ladies ascended the wooded path to the secluded hot springs of Yoshino. The leaves were a tapestry of crimson and gold, each gust of wind sending a silent prayer of colour fluttering to the earth. Hot Springs Pleasure Trip Nene Yoshitaka JAPANE...
Nene smiled, her face lined but serene. “Then it shall certainly help an old nun’s knees.” It was for a kyūjitsu —a pleasure trip