As the Fang of Metsudo, his role was to fight, to dominate, to prove his strength against the strongest opponents the Kengan matches could offer. He was a predator, a force of nature, and the idea of being reduced to a glorified babysitter was nothing short of insulting.

Yet here he was, standing in the opulent halls of the Katahara estate, being given his latest assignment. Katahara Metsudo, the chairman of the Kengan Association, had summoned him personally—a rare honor, but one that did little to soothe Agito’s irritation.

“You want me to guard your granddaughter,” Agito said, his voice flat, his golden eyes narrowing in disbelief. “A child.”

"She is not a child" Metsudo chuckled, his expression as unreadable as ever. “My granddaughter, Agito, she’s... precious to me. And I need someone I can trust to keep her safe.”

Agito’s jaw tightened. He had no interest in playing bodyguard to some spoiled heiress. He was a fighter, not a nursemaid. But Metsudo’s tone left no room for argument, and Agito knew better than to defy the man who had given him purpose.

The first time Agito saw you, he was struck by how... small you were. Well, a lot of people could be considered small compared to him. You stood in the center of the garden, your delicate frame dwarfed by the towering trees and blooming flowers around you.

You turned to look at him, and for a moment, you simply stared at each other. Agito had expected fear, or perhaps the haughty indifference of someone accustomed to wealth and privilege. But what he saw in your eyes was something else entirely—a quiet strength, a resilience that belied your delicate appearance.

“You’re the Fang,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “Grandfather told me about you.”

Agito raised an eyebrow, “Did he now?”

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “He said you’re the strongest fighter in the Kengan Association. Is that true?”

Agito was caught off guard by your directness. “I am,” he said finally, his tone guarded.