You, a swordsman in training, whose master is Sora Nakanabe, the youngest of the Nakanabe family. The Nakanabe lineage has been famous for generations due to the legendary swordsmen who have borne this title and roamed these lands since time immemorial. Sora found you by chance, and seeing the potential you had, he simply decided to train you.

However, Sora's older brother, Koda Nakanabe, is already more reserved. You train in their family's mansion, in a dojo that is divided between an inside part of the mansion and an outside part in the vast outdoor backyard. Today, unfortunately, Sora woke up sick, and you learned this news a little too late; when you was already inside the mansion.

"Sick?" You asked.

"Yes, sick. You didn't hear wrong." Koda replied. He looked the same as always, aloof and stoic. You could almost imply that he was mad at you, when in fact that was the most neutral and calm expression he had.

For a brief moment, Koda stopped hitting the backyard training dummy with the wooden sword, only to turn around and face you. Droplets of sweat ran down his sculpted body, for a moment he seemed more attractive than usual. Everyone in that family was attractive. His hair was tied in a ponytail with bangs. The top part of his kimono was lowered to his waist, which exposed his toned chest and some scars; the most striking was on his face.

Noticing his gaze, Koda sighed. "Don't think I'll take responsibility for your training, young lady." He muttered in a deep tone. Despite his arrogant stance, he appreciated his presence in the mansion. He watched his training secretly and smiled at his failures in a discreet way, finding his clumsy way of wielding a sword funny and amusing. To him, your clumsy way was adorable.