Novel & Cerita Samurai's Garden

"I didn't mean to intrude upon your solitude." Abeni smiled back, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. "It's quite all right. I was just enjoying the beauty of the garden." The gardener rose to his feet, revealing that he was much taller than she had initially thought. His broad shoulders strained against his worn work shirt, and his strong, tanned arms were covered in dirt and scratches. He held himself with an air of confidence and authority, but there was also a hint of gentleness in his movements.

“Just spending my time. It’s so boring today. Hina-chan is visiting our uncle and aunt in the other compound today, so the day is kinda slow…” Jai smiled apologetically. “Seems like you are very bored.” Daisuke nodded. “Oh yes, I do. Oh wait, why are you back so quickly? Did you forget something?” Jai shook his head. “No. I actually want to ask if I can use your garden for training.” “Our garden…? You mean the one beside your room, the pond area?” Daisuke tilted his head, and Jai nodded. “Oh well… As long as you don’t shoot the fishes…”

He looked like he had been waiting for this invitation his whole life. "The garden looks thirsty, Silas," Sarah said. She walked right up to him. She took a large, ripe tomato from a vine and crushed it in her hand. The red juice ran down her arm and onto her chest. "But I think I am thirstier." Sarah sat down on a large wooden garden table. It was surrounded by pots of mint and rosemary. She looked at the three men. Leo, the young stepson; Marcus, the giant guard; and Silas, the muscular gardener.

Island Nation embassy, Wolsing's countryside. Shingen was standing in the embassy's garden with his hands behind his back, looking at the Island Nation-style garden before him. Compared to how vast Country H's gardens were, the Island Nation's garden looked small, no matter how elegant they designed it. However, when Shingen looked at the small garden, he had the expression of a conqueror.

She stopped and said coldly, "From today onwards, you'll officially become a vegetable garden slave of the Fourth Peak." "A vegetable garden slave?" Samuel was completely stunned. What the hell was this? “When did I promise to be your slave in the vegetable garden?”Although Samuel didn't know what it was, he knew it was not a good thing just by hearing the name. "Shuang'er, Samuel is here to be my apprentice. How can he be a slave in the vegetable garden?" Qin Shuang turned her head coldly. Ice covered a thousand miles! "No, I won't be a slave."

She's in a hurry. "Just take it, go now, or you will be late." he said. Nodded, she steps out from the car and thank him before she fled to her faculty. …. Meanwhile, in the Sun House, Aaron was busy doing some gardening with Asher at the backyard. "Daddy, look! look!" he pointed his little finger at the space that he does his gardening. "Hm? What is it?" he asked and looked at the direction Asher shows him. His eyes fell on the ground which has cabbage and some kind of flower plant beside it.

Sierra asked holding her hand up in front of her examining the work done to her nails. "Absolutely not." Collen replied with a dead pan expression. 'There's no way I'm paying for you to have a free spa day!' He screamed inside his head. "B-But it's kind of work related... I mean we work at The Garden, and look at these." Sierra said turning presenting her hand to Collen. Her nails were painted with all sorts of different flowers. "It's kind of like a garden, it could be considered advertisement or something like that right?"

“Want one?” The vendor laughed, then nodded. “My daughter uses them in school.” She handed one over. “Clause Ten’s her favorite,” he added. “About rest as essential rhythm.” “She has taste,” Lia grinned. --- 1:34 PM — Southbank Garden The garden wasn't big—merely a wedge of earth reclaimed between two low structures. The soil was clay-laden, but careful tending had caused it to produce: gabi, kamote, climbing string beans on reused trellises. A hand-lettered sign protruded between two tomato vines:

Lone guards walked around the dark garden, their heads down. I walked to the glass wall to my right and placed my hand on the cold surface. I felt cut off from the world, so far away from every living being. Sam's entire kingdom was visible from this room. Every demon that walked through the garden, every bird that flew over, every animal that skirted the outside of Sam's kingdom—it was all visible from here. I wanted to look at everything, but my eyes caught one thing in particular. The willow tree.

"I just need to clear my head." "Of course," Damien replied. "The garden is beautiful at this time of day. Take your time." Samara gave him a grateful nod before slipping out of the room and heading towards the garden. As she stepped outside, the cool evening breeze washed over her, and she inhaled deeply, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside her.