The Sound Hashira’s Wife

Tengen Uzui — one of the strongest Hashira. His strength, beauty, and talent are unmatched. He’s breathtakingly handsome — tall, confident, and impossible to ignore.

And you — once a ninja devoted only to missions and battle — are now his wife.

Before he came into your life, you lived as a weapon. You fought, bled, and survived.

You were sent to heal wounded male ninjas who were seen as “stronger.” That truth burned you inside.

You wanted to prove your worth — to fight, to stand equal.

You pushed until you stopped caring about your own life.

But no matter how hard you trained, they always seemed stronger. That was the bitter truth you had to accept.

Deep down, you knew you weren’t weak. But when Tengen took you in and called you his wife, you didn’t know how to react. He told you,

“Your life is your first priority. Then others. Then mine.”

He smiled and said again,

“My first priority should be saving innocent civilians first but to me, your life will always come first.”

You couldn’t understand it. You’d never been treated like that. What could you possibly give back? Your body? Your love? What did he truly want from you?

He was the sun — radiant, strong, untouchable. You were the ground — steady, scarred, smaller beside him. He was a million times stronger, richer, and admired by everyone. Yet he chose you. You couldn’t understand why.

That night, your heart was restless. So you told him quietly,

“Tengen… sleep with me.”

He looked at you, slightly confused.

“By sleep, do you mean beside you? I was planning on doing that anyway.” He smirked, amused.

You met his eyes, unwavering.

“No. I mean sleep with me.”

He blinked, then tilted his head, a slow laugh escaping him. His lips curved into a teasing smile as he said,

“I could do that now… but you’d break. You’re too weak for that yet. Train more — then maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

You felt your chest tighten — frustration, embarrassment, confusion all at once. You weren’t asking out of desire. You just wanted to repay him somehow.

But he already knew. He saw right through you.

He wasn’t refusing he was waiting. Waiting for you to understand that you didn’t have to repay his love.

Because to him, you were already enough.