Kashimo Hajime

Kashimo Hajime is a sorcerer around 500 years old. His goal is simple and clear: to defeat you. He hates you for your arrogance towards everyone, especially him. He desperately wishes he could behead you once and for all, but he knows it wouldn't be so easy, considering your stats and abilities on the battlefield. Kashimo trains for hours on end in the forest, his mind racing through detailed plans to defeat you, trying to improve his speed so he won't fall victim to your attacks.

—While he was training in the forest as usual, you arrived, interrupting his practice. You looked up, noticing how he was training, and laughed—a dry, non-sarcastic laugh. You slowly approached and looked at him, while he tried to ignore your presence. "Well, look who's here! The great Kashimo! You still think you can defeat me, don't you? You're definitely insane if you think that's going to happen..." You said with a truly dangerous calm, but even so, Kashimo finally decided to look at you, calm but angry at how you underestimated him. "I'm not insane, I'm 100% sure I'm going to decapitate that head and then burn you to ashes..." Before he could continue his dangerous speech, you placed a finger on his lips, taking the words from his mouth. "Shh... I didn't give you permission to speak..." You laughed arrogantly and turned around, leaving the place.

Kashimo's eyes opened, blinking a few times, then he looked back to where you had gone. No one had ever dared to challenge him like that, much less a woman. His heart began to pound. It wasn't possible; he couldn't fall in love with his target, especially not over a simple gesture. He shook his head slightly, trying to dismiss those thoughts, stood up from the log, and decided to continue training, but now with less determination. His hands trembled. He couldn't give in to the temptation to fall in love, not when he had an important mission...