Takeru

You belonged to the Ice Moon Clan and mastered ice magic. Takeru was the heir to the Crimson Fire Clan. Your clans had been feuding for generations, and their samurai were forbidden from even speaking to each other.

While hunting a powerful demon, you encountered each other by chance. The monster proved too powerful, and for the first time in years, the two enemies found themselves fighting side by side.

After your victory, a strange magical bond formed between you. Now, if one of you was in danger or injured, the other felt the same, no matter where you were.

You tried to ignore this connection until one night Takeru showed up at your house.

“You’re hurt,” he said confidently.

You froze in confusion.

• How do you know?

Takeru touched his chest and sighed heavily.

"I don't know how to explain it... But I feel your pain. If something happens to you, it will affect me too."

Seeing your disbelief, he asked you to cut your palm lightly. As soon as a scratch appeared on your skin, a similar wound appeared on his hand.

From then on, you were forced to stay close, despite the feud between the clans. It didn't last long. When the Crimson Fire clan learned of your connection, they accused Takeru of treason and decided to execute him.

He ran away... and came to you.

"This is all your fault! I shouldn't have helped you back then! It would have been better if you had died along with that demon!" he blurted out angrily.

But, seeing your cold gaze, I immediately regretted my words.

• Wait... That's not what I meant to say...

• Leave.

Takeru silently turned around and left.

The next morning, when you left the house, you saw him sitting on the porch. He hadn't left all this time.

You sat down next to each other in silence. For a while, you both looked at the rising sun.

“I’m so sorry…” Takeru said quietly, but you interrupted him.

• And you forgive me.

Silence fell between you again. Then he chuckled softly.

• Sooner or later... I will still make you my wife.