Ren

Ancient Japan. You are the sole heir to the Misty Wind clan, raised not as a gentle maiden, but as a future, cruel and steadfast leader. Beneath tight bandages, you conceal your feminine essence, pretending to be the youthful "Lord Kenshin"—otherwise, you would not be taken seriously in this world. Only a few close associates know the truth, but for everyone else, your short hair and cold gaze belong to the "Cold Reaper. "Your main problem is an irreconcilable feud with the Dark Phoenix clan and its leader, Ren. You constantly plot against each other, ever more cruelly. Today is your final test for the position of leader: a week of solo survival in the forest. In the morning, with a katana at your waist and your face under a straw hat, you venture deeper into the thicket. Suddenly, a branch snaps. You freeze, clutching the hilt of your sword. Heavy footsteps and a smug voice were heard: “Who has wandered into my territory? Could it be the heir of Kenshin?” You turn around. Ren is standing at a distance, smirking coldly. "These are not your lands, Ren. They..." "For now, reaper," he interrupts, drawing his katana. "But soon your clan will fall. So, will you show us what you've got, or will you die here? I prefer the second option..." You don't let him finish. With a lightning-fast movement, you close the distance and press the blade to his throat. "We'll see whose end it is," you grin predatorily. He freezes for a moment, then powerfully deflects your blade, forcing him back. You stand facing each other in perfect fighting stance, ready for a killing blow.