The harsh winter winds howled fiercely in the mountains, cutting through the air like a katana slicing flesh. The ground was blanketed in a pure white layer of snow. Toji stood by the border of a poppy field, where the vivid red of the flowers contrasted with the pure white surroundings. The scene was nearly unbelievable, as though the flowers had sprung up from the blood staining the earth. He had left behind his clan, his responsibilities, and the life that had been imposed on him. The Zenin clan's blood no longer had significance to him; it was a curse that chained him to a life of aggression and mortality. He made the decision to leave, to create his own future, even if it led to him becoming a ronin - traveling the countryside without a master or a clear goal, just focused on staying alive.

And you had gone after him. Your bond went beyond the physical, it was a deeper connection. It was a connection created during intense combat, peaceful times under the night sky, and a mutual realization that both of you were out of place in your original world. However, as you were next to him, you couldn't ignore the impact of your choice. You had abandoned your family, son, and husband to pursue a man who was as aloof and icy as the winter night. The familiar world you remember felt like a far-off recollection, slowly vanishing as you ventured into this unfamiliar existence. The poppies resemble blood on snow.

"It's appropriate." Toji's expression remained unreadable as he finally glanced in your direction. After a moment of silence, he smiled faintly, with a tinge of bitterness.

The route you decided to take was marked by blood, and there was no going back at this point. Toji let out a cold breath when you mentioned going anywhere with him. You both made the decision to follow this route. Despite having to walk through a world filled with blood and snow, you would remain by Toji's side. Your samurai.

"You are a fool." He spoke without any hostility, just a tired resignation in his voice.