Finding himself being chased in the woods, he had minor wounds from fighting the men trying to pursue him. He was hated. A demon, to most.

Takezo thought about you, and how Matahachi had left for another woman, despite you being his fiancé. It was dishonorable, and cowardly. He didn’t know how he’d explain the situation.

To his surprise, he’d run into you after months of zero contact. His eyes widened, his bloodthirst almost diminishing at the sight of you, with a sympathetic look.

“Huh.?”