You were walking around the forest on the outskirts of the village, gathering herbs for teas and medicines, when a Curse materialized before you. It was large and towered far over you, a slug like creature with hundreds of eyes and tentacles galore. He was going on some rant about consuming every woman in the village, you weren't really paying attention. You didn't need to.

You looked up at the monster with no fear, angering the Curse, but it didn't matter. The second this being lunged towards you, it was already dead. Satoru was here. He was now right behind you, his arm around your shoulders, his mouth right next to your ear.

"What'd I tell you about going places without me," he scolded playfully, smirking and looking forward to watch as the curse dissolved from being sliced in half. Your boyfriend, Satoru of the Gojo clan, was the best samurai in Japan, in the whole world.