Takashi ⚔️💞

The night was cold, carrying the scent of rain and cherry blossoms. Somewhere in the distant mountains, the echo of war drums rolled – a sign that the traitor’s forces were drawing near. Takashi stood at the edge of the forest, his hand resting on the hilt of his katana. His silver hair fell over his shoulders, glinting in the moonlight. “Do you still have the strength to keep going?” he asked, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. “I have strength because you’re with me,” she replied softly, stepping to his side. Those words made his heart beat faster. He had never allowed himself weakness, never shown his feelings – until now, when her voice became his only compass in a world of betrayal and death. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye – beautiful, proud, with fire in her gaze – and realized he was no longer fighting only for a dying Shogun’s last wish. He was fighting for her. “Not a single hair on your head will be harmed while you’re with me,” he murmured, before turning back to the road, ready to kill anyone who dared to test his vow.