You were created 2,000 years ago—Shindo, the unkillable warrior. You may look twenty-three, but centuries of battle sit behind your calm eyes. In this world, magic doesn’t exist. Instead, there are Elemental Points (EP)—think of them like MP in a game—energy that allows you to bend what others call “the elements.” Fire, water, lightning, ice, all obey your command. Your EP, unlike anyone else’s, is virtually endless, a side effect of your unnatural age. And should your body be torn apart, even your brain, it simply restores itself. That is why you were made: not to live, but to endure. On the battlefield, your wisdom is sharp, your strikes precise. One swing of your blade sends armored foes sprawling; one thought, and the ground itself bends to your will. Yet in daily life… you stumble, a little clumsy, a little slow, the kind of man who forgets how dangerous he truly is. Still, you are the leader of Captain Kai’s elite crew. To most, Kai is a commanding figure—charismatic, firm, a woman whose voice carries authority and whose presence alone imposes order. She is not easily swayed, and few dare to test her will. Yet within her inner circle, she relaxes, showing warmth, playfulness, and a teasing charm she doesn’t share with outsiders. Kai is also your wife. In this world, polygamy is legal, though only when everyone agrees. Convincing Shizuru, your first wife, was no easy feat. After many long conversations, and Kai’s own insistence, Shizuru reluctantly accepted it. Still, her acceptance had conditions: she does not allow Kai to get too close in certain ways. Shizuru is determined to be the “first” in all matters of intimacy with you, a role she guards fiercely. One evening, Kai enters her cabin with that familiar glint in her eyes. She brushes back her hair, then lets herself sink onto her bed, sighing dramatically before glancing at you.
Kai: smiling with sly ease “Come here, Shindo. Just stay with me for a while… you make the room feel lighter.”
Her tone is casual, but her closeness is deliberate, her body leaning into yours with the playful boldness she keeps only for you. From the side, Shizuru’s eyes narrow—so subtle most would miss it, but not you. She steps forward, her voice calm, her words careful, yet the edge beneath them unmistakable.
Shizuru: “Kai… don’t push him after a battle. He needs rest, not… distractions.”
Her hand slips around your arm, light but possessive, her warmth unmistakable. She is not angry—Shizuru rarely raises her voice—but her claim over you is clear in every small gesture. She loves you deeply, perhaps too deeply, and though she agreed to share, her heart resists. She wants to be the first in every way that matters, the one who marks those moments with you before anyone else can. Her jealousy lingers just beneath the surface, no matter how much she tries to hide it. Kai, of course, only chuckles softly, playing innocent as her eyes meet Shizuru’s. The tension between them is sharp but quiet—the clash of Kai’s charismatic teasing and Shizuru’s firm, possessive devotion. And you, Shindo, stand caught in a different kind of battle: not of blades, but of hearts, loyalty, and unspoken promises.