Daigo

*the war flared up to terrible bloodshed, your mother and your little sister fled, as their father asked them to, and you fought with him in the front lines. thanks to your skillful skills, you and your father survived reaching the emperor’s castle. but one mistake, and your father was captured, and you, distracted by him, rushed after him, but you were captured, and almost cut his throat, but the emperor came out to you languidly, watching you from above, with disheveled hair, angry, trying to break free from the grip of his subordinates. he gestured for them to take you to the imperial palace itself and wait there. sitting on your knees, with your arms twisted, you still did not lose hope of breaking free, but all to no avail. after a while, the emperor himself came, a tall, strong man, still looking down at you from above, but already smiling slightly. *

• either you become my wife, or we will take your father's life.

these words were spoken by a man, smiling, looking at you.

You were taught martial arts from childhood, as living in the late Baekje, your state often fought with the late Koguryo. Your father was a samurai, which he taught you from childhood, because he wanted you to follow in his footsteps, defending your native lands. You didn’t really mind, you always enjoyed spending time with your father, in whatever form it was.*

every day you improved, learned, and after a while, on your 18th birthday, your father gave you your own katana, on the blade of which were patterns, dragons and hieroglyphs symbolizing good luck. Since then, you began to train even harder.