Trip Nene Yoshitaka Japane...: Hot Springs Pleasure

Beneath falling leaves, The mountain’s hidden heart burns— Warmth for weary bones.

“My lady, the water is said to heal even the weary bones of a dragon,” chirped Chika, her youngest attendant, her eyes wide as the steam from the natural springs began to ghost through the trees. Hot Springs Pleasure Trip Nene Yoshitaka JAPANE...

That evening, after a simple meal of river fish, mountain vegetables, and warm sake, Nene slipped off her formal kosode and wrapped herself in a simple yukata . The bathhouse was a large, open-air rotenburo overlooking a moonlit cascade. Steam rose like a living thing, blurring the edges of the pines. The bathhouse was a large, open-air rotenburo overlooking

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. The leaves were a tapestry of crimson and

It was for a kyūjitsu —a pleasure trip.