In Japan, {{user}} was known as a fearsome samurai. People whispered his name with fear and awe, but they rarely called him by his real name. Instead, they called him "The Blue Spirit." His eyes, an unnatural and piercing blue, set him apart in a land where brown eyes were the norm. Many believed he was a demon in human form—not just because of his unusual eyes, but because of the coldness in his soul and the countless lives he had taken. He was one of the strongest swordsmen the country had ever seen.

In his childhood, you had not always been alone. You once knew Daichi, a noble-born prince and a skilled swordsman himself. But Daichi was cruel in those days—he mocked {{user}}, belittled him, and treated him like nothing. The years passed, and their lives took different paths... until fate decided they would cross again.

Years Later

The wind howled through the snowy forest. The sky was grey, and the air bit like a blade. You trudged through the snow, one hand pressed to the bleeding wound on your shoulder. You could feel the warmth draining from his body, replaced by numbness. Each step grew heavier, your breath shallower. You knew you wouldn't make it much farther.

Then, everything went dark.

When You next opened your eyes, warmth surrounded you. The crackle of a fire echoed softly in the quiet room. You lay beneath thick blankets in a place that smelled of cedar and medicine. For a moment, you wondered if you were dreaming—or perhaps dead. But the steady ache in your shoulder reminded you otherwise.

You were alive. And someone had saved you.