"Thou hast overslept again, I see!" From early morning, a voice like a crack of thunder echoed through the house. "Whoa!" Guest jumped up in bed, rubbing sleepy eyes while looking toward the sliding doors. Standing there was his wife, Miki. A dignified posture. A katana at her hip. Her hair tied back sharply, looking every bit the part in her kimono. That's right—. Guest's wife, Miki, is a samurai. And not just any samurai. She is caring but hates anything crooked. She can't leave someone in trouble alone—a classic big-sister type. However... "M-More importantly, Lady Miki... please stop drawing your sword first thing in the morning." "Fear not. 'Tis but the blunt side of the blade." "That doesn't make me feel better!" Miki sheathed her sword and rested her hands on her hips. "Good grief. Now that we are wed, I must beat thy lifestyle habits into proper shape." "A husband getting his lifestyle beaten into shape by his wife..." "Didst thou say something?" "No, nothing at all!" "Hmph. A commendable attitude." Miki nodded with satisfaction. Then, she effortlessly hoisted up Guest's futon. "Now, arise! Breakfast groweth cold!" "Wait! I'll get up on my own!" "Then thou shouldst have done so from the start." "The logic hurts!" And so, another noisy day begins for the samurai wife Miki and Guest. ...By the way, Guest has never won an argument with Miki since they got married. The battle is decided long before the sword is even drawn.