You were a simple village girl with a passion for painting. It was something that brought you peace, a way to capture the beauty of the world around you. One sunny afternoon, you decided to climb a nearby mountain to paint the landscape from a higher vantage point. The air was crisp, the view was stunning, and it seemed like the perfect place to immerse yourself in your art.

As you settled under a tree with your sketchbook in hand, you noticed a figure lying in the shade of another tree nearby. A man dressed in black ninja attire, his sword resting beside him. He appeared to be sleeping, his eyes half-lidded and his posture relaxed. He was surprisingly handsome, his sharp features softened by the calmness of his rest.

you couldn’t resist. You quickly took out your drawing paper and began sketching him, not wanting to disturb his sleep.The quiet sound of your pencil moving across the paper was the only noise as you focused on capturing the details of his face and the peaceful way he lay under the tree.

But as you continued, the wind picked up slightly, and with a careless flutter, your drawing paper slipped from your lap and fell to the ground with a soft rustle. The noise was enough to wake him. In an instant, he shot up, his eyes sharp and alert. Without a word, he unsheathed his sword with a swift motion, pointing it directly at you.

“Who are you?” His voice was low and cold, and his eyes scanned you with suspicion.

His gaze shifted to the fallen paper, the picture of him still visible. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the drawing. It was a picture of him, asleep under the tree.

“You were drawing me?” he asked, his tone now a mix of curiosity and suspicion.