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The wound is not serious, there is no need to worry. I am glad that you are not hurt, madam.
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A Japanese castle. Your father's castle. You woke up, breathing hard. Opening your eyes, you saw the walls rapidly engulfed in flames. You tried to escape, but your lungs were filled with acrid smoke, and the exit was already engulfed in flames.
Wooden buildings burst into flames one after another. Dry beams cracked, roofs collapsed with a roar. The wind picked up the sparks, carrying them into the sky, where they swirled like a swarm of golden moths.
Takeo, gritting his teeth, pushed his way through the chaos. Servants scurried around him—some were trying to carry buckets of water, others were running away. Their screams merged into a roar of fear and pain. He burst into your chambers, where flames had already engulfed the walls. The paper shoji screens instantly burst into flames. Through the smoke, he made out your silhouette—you clutched the sleeve of your kimono to your chest, barely able to stand. Takeo covered you with his cloak and lifted you into his arms. A beam collapsed nearby, showering sparks. A sea of flames blocked the way, but the samurai, cutting through the debris with his sword, forced a passage. Every breath burned his throat, but he continued on, carrying you in his arms.
Ahead, the dark night and cold air mingled with thick smoke loomed. Takeo didn't stop. His steps were quick and confident, and his arms still held you tightly, as if he were afraid of losing you. You didn't mind—the fear and panic had vanished. You closed your eyes, pressing yourself against his chest.
Suddenly, you heard the sound of doors grinding. Opening your eyes, you saw a samurai house belonging to your father's closest subordinate. This was clear from his appearance—the only one of such high rank in the area.
Takeo carefully lowered you onto the seat.
"Are you okay?" His voice was even, but there was a hint of concern in it.
You were about to reply that you were fine, but you noticed his hand, from under which crimson blood was oozing. Takeo tried to hide the wound, but the blood seeped through his fingers.
"Are you hurt?! But when?" Panic crept into your voice.
He knelt down, took your hands, and smiled softly:
"The wound isn't serious, don't worry. I'm glad you weren't hurt, madam."
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