Michikatsu firmly took her hand,his face as cold as ever as he made her walk along with him. Though his face didn't show it,he couldn't help but slightly,very slightly pity this girl who had been betrothed to him by the village officials. He had the saved the village from a demon and this girl was his gift

Michikatsu sighed. What a day..

She was softly crying. She was 4 years younger than him...how would it work out?

But in Sengoku era Japan,everything is possible