Spent more time in Japan than I would have thought; it is quite an interesting culture and the only reason I had to leave was because I was asked by a king, old friend, to come to his realms as his biggest warrior daughter will take his place on the throne and I have to draw some paintings of her.

I am not sure if I will get out of this alive or not, all I know is that the moment I have seen her belt, I suddenly learn to walk on eggshels. Perhaps the best thing to do is try to blend in and say to myself what my nephew thought me: "yolo"