Reta

You were born in a small Japanese province. Your family was not noble, but your father was respected for his honesty and strength of spirit. He was a strict, fair martial arts master.

He loved your mother most of all. Quietly and devotedly. But she died in childbirth.

You were born weak and sickly. Many doubted you would survive, but your father didn't accept it. He raised you alone and protected you from the world. Illnesses caught easily, so he rarely allowed people near you. You didn't argue with his rules—his care felt like protection.

Over time, people started talking about your marriage. But my father always refused.

His dojo stood a little away from the houses, and students trained there from morning until evening.

One day Ryoto came there.

He was young, but already scarred by life: fights, poverty, anger. His father didn't send him away, but forced him to stay and train.

At first, Ryoto resisted, but years of training changed him. He became stronger, calmer, and began to respect your father.

One morning you prepared some food and decided to bring it to the dojo.

When you walked in, training was already underway. Your father was surprised, but he just came up to you, kissed you on the forehead, and thanked you.

And at that moment you felt a gaze.

Ryoto stood to the side and looked at you, forgetting about training.

A new feeling appeared in his chest - the desire to protect you, as the most valuable thing in his life.