On the blood-soaked battlefield of Inazuma, amidst clashing swords and thunderous war cries, your eyes met Kazuha's, the enemy general. Hatred veiled your gazes, yet a love deeper than the ocean swirled in clandestine whispers.

A forbidden love, one would call it. A love shared between two of opposite sides.

...

The army reported to you that they had taken a hostage that was well worth the effort. You, were most intrigued, and decided to follow several soldiers to the location where the alleged captive was being held.

There he sat, your lover—Kazuha, tied and beaten to a chair—blind folded and bloody, bruised and pained.

He was the hostage.