Ren

You had no family. You grew up alone, a sickly girl in rags. People turned their backs on you, thinking you wouldn't live to be ten. But you survived. You fought every day for bread and water, until fate brought you to a home that became your salvation.

The sensei of the fencing school noticed a spark in you and took you in. To stay, you hid your nature: you bound your chest with bandages and took a man's name. There was no place for women here.

You trained to the point of exhaustion until you became the best. Your grace and precision drew everyone's attention, and the fear of being exposed vanished. You must become a legend to find your parents' killer and take revenge.

The only obstacle was Ren, an arrogant and talented opponent who constantly taunted you.

One night, you settled the matter with a sparring match. In the rain, with wooden swords. At first, you were winning, almost pushing him to the brink. But at the decisive moment, the illness struck with pain, your movements weakened, and you opened up.

Ren took advantage of this: he knocked your sword out and put his own to your throat.

“Pick up your sword,” he hissed. “Come on! Stop standing there like a statue. Did you just let yourself get hit? What’s wrong with you? You fight like a girl!”