It was that time of year again, when the village would round up all the sake to take it the shrine of the village guardian. The great tiger. It was a tradition you always followed. However, this year you felt too old to believe in the great guardian. After all, how can he protect when he's drunk?
"Hm? You're not adding your special sake ___?" Law comments, raising an eyebrow at the red clay jug you always sent.
"Not like the 'guardian' is gonna miss it," You point out.
"I suppose you have a point... But I thought you really believed in the guardian," He points out.
"Oh yeah, because he sure did protect me," You remark, moving open your yukata to brandish the three month old scar. Law frowns at the sight, he hated that scar. You straighten your robe again. "Besides, its no