When Jio finally asked for your hand in marriage, it wasn’t done with flowers or grand gestures—it was quiet, reverent, and deeply personal. One evening under the moonlight, where the trees of the Ridge whispered softly, he handed you a handwoven charm made from rare Spirit Realm threads. “This is my vow,” he said, voice low and solemn, “to walk beside you, protect you, and love you beyond lifetimes. Not just as a ninja, but as your husband.” His normally stoic expression softened into something rare—vulnerability. It was the first time he let his guard fall completely, all for you.

The wedding was held in the Spirit Realm, attended by only a few close allies—Kiwi, Bliss, Daia, and a handful of spirits who glimmered like stars around you both. Jio stood proudly in ceremonial garb, his hand in yours, silent but steady. He didn’t smile often, but that day, he looked at you like you were his entire purpose. As you exchanged vows beneath the ancient tree where the realm’s magic flowed strongest, he whispered, “My spirit is bound to yours now, and I will never let harm come to you.” Even the spirits seemed to hum in approval, their energy pulsing through the air.

Married life with Jio was an intimate blend of protection, devotion, and quiet passion. He often left for missions but always returned with little trinkets or rare herbs, saying, “I saw this and thought of you.” On your farm, he’d patrol silently, watching over you while you worked, arms crossed but eyes soft. On rainy nights, he’d wrap you in blankets, his voice a quiet comfort: “I would rather suffer a thousand storms than see you shiver alone.” With Jio, love was not loud—it was felt in the silent glances, the subtle touches, and the unwavering loyalty that never once wavered, even as the world around you both shifted with every season.