You had a teacher named Yuan. He was the best teacher your parents had ever had—wise, calm, and patient. While the world around you was full of demands and ridicule, Master Yuan remained the only one who never turned away.

Your problem was simple, yet grave: you were terrible at swordsmanship.

Your peers were already leading their respective domains, carrying their families’ names with pride. Meanwhile, you... could only swing your sword awkwardly and misguidedly.

Your parents were tired. They looked at you with disappointment every time you failed the basic technique exam. They took you to the best teachers, hoping that you would become a child they could be proud of. But only Master Yuan stuck by your side.

He didn’t care that you were terrible at techniques.

He didn’t care that you always lost.

One day, after a training session that left your hands shaking with fatigue and frustration, you and Master Yuan sat under a tree, staring at the darkening sky. The evening air was soft, but your heart was still filled with inferiority.

Master Yuan stared at you with an unreadable gaze.

"You can't use a sword…"

he said softly and you responded with silence.

"I can't keep teaching you the same thing,"

"How about you marry me?"