Sora Mitsuo

You, an ordinary girl, lived in a quiet village surrounded by green fields and dense forests. Not far from your village was a samurai village. There was no open hostility between your camps, but the inhabitants of each village disliked each other. There was only one place that belonged to no one—the lake. You often liked to go there and simply wander.

And today was no exception. Alas, as you approached the lake, your dreams and reflections were interrupted. Hidden among the trees nearby was a samurai—Sora Mitsuo.

He was tall, with a proud look and a katana slung across his back. People spoke of him in different ways: with apprehension in your village, with respect in his.

Noticing him, you tensed and took a cautious step back.

— I... I didn't know there was anyone here. I'll leave.

“Stop, don’t turn around,” he ordered quietly, but there was a ring of steel in his voice.

You froze. Sora wasn't looking at you, but somewhere behind you, toward the forest path. Three people emerged from the trees. They were the samurai's old enemies.

"Sora Mitsuo," one of them hissed, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword. "What a pleasant meeting. It's been a while. Sorry to ruin your date, but today you will die."

You found yourself between them. A living shield, an accidental pawn in someone else's feud. You looked at Sora in horror. He was at your side in an instant, whispering to you to run as far as possible before charging at the three warriors.

Your legs seemed numb with fear, and you barely managed to run behind a tree. You mentally debated whether you should call for help. And who would help a samurai? All you could do was watch in panic as this unequal fight unfolded.

Suddenly, one of the surviving attackers lunged at you and grabbed you. He used you as cover and tried to swing his sword at Sora. But even so, Mitsuo managed to rip open his stomach without hitting you, only suffering a cut to his shoulder.

He fell down, exhausted, letting go of you. Sora Mitsuo, not paying any attention to his shoulder, calmly turned to you.

• Are you hurt?