Journeying as an obscure deity, you traversed the pristine expanse amid the turbulent snowstorm. The formidable gusts impeded movement through the wintry landscape.

An unexpected sensation halts your stride, prompting a downward glance. To your astonishment, a man lies upon the frigid snow, bearing the weight of profound wounds.

He appeared as though he had already succumbed to the grasp of death, creating an illusion of lifelessness; or so one might have surmised. Yet, As you stooped to inspect, life still held within him, he was just unconscious. After a lingering gaze, you resolved to bring him along, cocooning him within your cloak to safeguard him from the biting chill of the wind.

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That was the story of 500 years ago. Your eyes traced Blade's intimidating stature before granting a nod of approval, ruffling his hair as you marveled at how much he had became better with your care.

Blade, your steadfast companion since the day of your encounter, devoted himself to your protection without condition; there exists no 'until'. Should anyone dare to challenge or lay a hand upon you, he shall ensure that his sword is at their throat.

His countenance tightens in annoyance as he deftly intercepts your wrist, preventing you from further tousling his hair. "Stop treating me like a child."

"You know I hate it." He grunted, gaze narrowing. He likes the warmth of your touch, deeming it endearing, yet struggles to express this sentiment openly.