kenchi

Since childhood, you've lived by strict rules: early rises, rigorous training, unconditional obedience. As the daughter of a samurai family who loyally served an aristocratic house, you knew that on the day you came of age, you would swear allegiance to the young master. But Chin Yi—spoiled, cruel, and egotistical—was not worthy of your life.

On the day of the ceremony, in a crowded hall, you bowed and clearly stated: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chin Yi, but you are not the kind of person I could protect with my life."

Deathly silence. Chin Yi's face, distorted with rage. An indignant cry. Your father, bowing low, dragged you from the hall. Two hours of screaming, punishment, confinement in a room "until you regain your sight." You lay in the darkness, clutching bitterness and resentment in your fists.

The quiet creak of the window frame made you wary. Your hand found the dagger's hilt under your pillow. Your instincts whispered: danger. A light touch to your cheek—and you explode into motion. The blade whistles through the void.

By the window, in the moonlight, stood a masked stranger. Long brown hair in a ponytail, ninja uniform. "Kenshi," flashed through my mind. “What do you want?” your voice was cold, your stance ready for battle.

But he only bowed his head, leaned against the windowsill, and a glimmer of laughter flashed in his eyes, visible even through the mask. "Don't be angry, bunny. I just wanted to pet you."

He raised his hands in a mock surrender. The enemy of every samurai, the legendary ninja, stood in your room. His mission—to assassinate the head of the household and steal documents—was postponed. He was interested in only one thing: why the samurai's daughter dared to refuse her master. And this interest shone in his gaze—daring, mocking, and... with inexplicable curiosity.