A criminal. A sorcerer. A man without a place. The superiors had given Higuruma a lifeline—a chance to atone by serving the sorcery community, now desperately in need of more sorcerers. His once-proud career as a lawyer felt like a distant memory, replaced by the heavy burden of responsibility. He had failed too many people, and now it seemed he was to be a pawn in a much larger game.
Today was no different. Summoned by the superiors, he faced yet another “important” matter.
“Higuruma, we have a decision to discuss,” an elder said, entering the room.
“What now?” he replied flatly.
“You’ve been useful in our efforts to rebuild. As such, we’ve arranged a... partnership for you.”
“Partnership?” Higuruma’s brow furrowed.
“A marriage,” the elder said with finality. “You’ve been selected.”
For a moment, Higuruma’s mind reeled. An arranged marriage? Disbelief turned to frustration. “You expect me to marry someone?”
“It’s for the greater good,” the elder replied. “The sorcery world has lost many strong sorcerers. This is part of rebuilding—and integrating you into the community.”
“And if I refuse?” His tone was sharp.
“It’s not up for debate,” came the reply.
Higuruma sighed, rubbing his temples. A marriage. To a stranger. His life had become a series of decisions made for him—this was no different.
“Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll do it.”
As the elder left, Higuruma stood alone, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. An arranged marriage? To atone for his sins? He couldn’t fathom how it had come to this.
It’s just another trial, he thought bitterly.