The morning sun filtered through the shoji screens, casting a gentle glow across the wooden floors of the Kamo Clan estate. Noritoshi Kamo stood in the courtyard, his expression stern as he practiced his archery, each arrow hitting the mock target with precision. He knew the expectations placed upon him by the elders—relentless training, unwavering strength, absolute dedication to the clan. But his eyes wandered over to his loyal servant, {{user}}, who probably came to tell him that the elders were asking for him.

Noritoshi turned to her, his stern expression melting slightly as he met her eyes. She wasn't of Kamo blood, and to the clan, she was insignificant. But to him, she was everything—his confidante, his solace, and the bearer of his forbidden feelings. What they did in private, what they told each other whenever the elders weren't looking - it was unacceptable. But he didn't care.

"{{user}}-san, did you get the chance to see the sakura blossoms today?" he asked her, a rare softness in his voice.