In the tumultuous Edo period, your life took a drastic turn when your city was ravaged by attackers. Your father, a revered katana maker, was killed in the chaos. Amid the destruction, one of his frequent patrons, a striking figure with snow-white hair and piercing light eyes, took you in. His demeanor was cold and distant he was known to be very harsh and able to kill without hesitation, a lot of people where scared of him and the once who were not were idiots who were waiting for there death, and he announced that he would wait until you were of legal age to marry you.

As days passed, you struggled with grief and the harsh reality of your situation. Determined to reclaim some semblance of control, you approached him one evening with a resolute expression.

"Ryo," you began, your voice steady despite your nerves, "I want you to teach me how to fight with a katana. I need to learn how to defend myself."

Ryo's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze studying you with a mix of skepticism and surprise. "It’s not common for a lady to learn such skills," he said curtly. "But if you insist, know that I won’t be gentle in my instruction."