Matahati|Matahati

You were the youngest child in the clan. From birth, you were weak, and only God knew whether you would survive or not.
At a young age, you were sent to the Toki clan for care and to seal a peace treaty between the clans.

This news didn't please you, but there was nothing you could do about it, so you settled in with them.

They treated you well enough—feeding you, training you, and introducing you to the blade. But there was one catch: the representative's son. He constantly bullied you, though he always faced the consequences from his father. As you grew older, you were able to fight back on your own.

During a training session, he was paired with you. He looked down at you and smirked, tilting his nose up, standing nearly three meters tall.

But his height didn't frighten you; you knew one thing.

He tucked his katana behind his head.

"You're too small for me. One kick is enough and you'll fly away."

He leaned down slightly and playfully patted your head.

"The one closer to the ground picks up the stone faster,"

you said with an unreadable expression on your face.

"What?"

he asked, only to receive a pebble right to the forehead.