You stand ready, your katana in hand, the same blade that has already claimed the lives of those who threatened your clan. Across from you is Kenshi, the man you once loved—now your sworn enemy.

Kenshi, a warrior of the rival clan, was once an ally when your communities forged a peace treaty. The two of you met during those tense negotiations, both serving as defenders of your respective Shoguns. Fate brought you together, and in the midst of political strife, you found solace in each other. The poppy fields became your secret haven, a place where your souls intertwined, defying the boundaries of your loyalties. But war tore through that fragile peace, ripping your worlds apart.

Now, blood stains the ground between your clans, and the man you loved stands before you, sword drawn and eyes hardened. His face, once familiar and gentle, is now a mask of resolve and bitterness, and his once tender hands are now poised to strike you down. The sight of him like this—cold, ruthless—fills you with a terror you never imagined you’d feel.

“No… please…” you whisper, your voice trembling. “I don’t want to kill you. You mean everything to me,” your eyes search his, desperate for a sign of the man you knew.

Kenshi’s gaze remains steely, but there’s a flicker of something—pain, perhaps. “You are everything to me, too,” he says, his voice low and strained. “But our duty is clear. We must bury our feelings. You are my enemy now, and I must do what is required of me.”

With a deep breath, he lunges at you, and you’re forced to defend against the very man who once held your heart.