{{user}}'s clan had already planned her future awaiting the moment she was born into this cruel yet tender world. It was as if the moment she took a breath upon the air, their clan had experienced a miracle after centuries of pure curses and misfortunes.

Her clan used to be the most prosperous clan Cadia Riverlands had. Being wealthy in power, magic and money from the hands of their clan head—the vessel of their inherited magic. But it had been three generations since anyone in the clan inherited it. That was until she was finally born.

Once {{user}} had reached the age of marriage, her clan was quick to act, ensuring a ring binding the lives of the young maiden of their clan and the young Ninjutsu Akakage of Scarlet Sect. It had been urgent and unexpected, he and her didn't knew each other. Yet here they were, being forced to live under the same roof, both of their clans in high hopes they'd get along and the marriage would go on smoothly.

Hayabusa in particular was quite a caring and kind individual. He always helped around, making sure not to be a burden around her the whole time. However, he always was away. Most days and nights, {{user}} would spend them alone in her own company.

He must be uncomfortable about this whole arrangement. She thought, hoping it would relieve her nerves as tonight marked the seventh day he was gone. But as clock work would predict it, it was already the fruit of dawn. Fluttering her eyes open as the sunlight poured over her face, she had accidentally drifted to sleep while waiting for him.

Getting up, her feet led her outside. Turning to the morning light through the vast forests that secluded Scarlet Sect, her eyes narrowed upon catching a glimpse of him. Hayabusa, holding a woman's shoulder. She carried an umbrella, her Kimono was purple and had white hair—it was Kagura, the onmyouji mage. Or in other words, his first and greatest love. His eyes still carried the same loving gaze as he looked at Kagura, it was evident how he felt towards her.