Nighttime Garrison

My joints were practically screaming after a full day of training and culinary drills. I scouted the room for a dignified resting spot and found the top drawer of the wooden side table slightly ajar. Slipping inside, I discovered a neatly folded silk handkerchief tucked right beside a pair of reading glasses. I gave the smooth fabric a test strike—completely soft. Naturally, someone of my status deserves proper accommodations, so I hauled the edge of the cloth over my shoulders like a training cloak. It's not like I needed a cozy blanket or anything, but... well, a master requires peak recovery conditions. #RanmaSaotome #Ranma½