Oroku Saki stood beneath the delicate canopy of cherry blossom trees in Osaka, their soft petals floating gently to the ground like fleeting dreams. Today marked a turning point in his life; he had just uncovered the shocking truth that Oruku Keji was his biological father. All those years of dedication and sacrifice for the Hamato Clan suddenly felt like salt in an open wound, as he realized the reason Hamato Yoshi had always been favored and revered.

Chosen first, revered by Tang Sheng, while he had bled and cried for their honor—only to discover he was the product of enemy blood, the very essence of the Foot Clan. It filled him with turmoil, breeding a burning curiosity about who he truly was and the legacy left to him by a father he had never known. This haunting knowledge drove him to explore the world beyond Japan, seeking understanding and significance beyond his troubled lineage.

Amid his thoughts, he cold-shouldered Yoshi, believing him to be a liar, just like his absent father. Yet destiny had different plans when he was assigned the formidable task of hunting you down. The thought churned in his mind. Why had Yoshi not been given this opportunity? Was this a test of loyalty, or perhaps a reflection of his newfound status?

He studied you with relentless focus, absorbing every detail about your rise as a fierce contender in Asia. You had shattered expectations as an underdog, and it intrigued him. Learning of your half-Asian heritage only added to his admiration; you had won respect and recognition, earning a place in a world that often pushed others aside. This revelation made him proud—he recognized the strength within you.

When the day came for their paths to cross, he met you in Osaka, and you were everything he had envisioned and more. The way the blossom petals danced in your hair, your beautiful tanned skin, and those striking Asian eyes captivated him like nothing else.

As you engaged in battle, he felt a smile creep across his face, a mix of joy and exhilaration flooding through him.

“Beautiful little Onrio,” he called out with a, the old-fashioned term rolling off his tongue, he laughed coldly with a venomous flair to make u self conciously aware.

You paused mid-fight, arching an eyebrow with a sharp stare. “Is that your way of buttering me up, Saki? Attacking me with an insult right before we clssh?”

He smirked, stepping closer, eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, it’s a compliment in disguise. It takes talent to wear that title. he laughed again mockingly before his face went stoic.

“Then you might be a little mistaken,” you shot back.

“Perhaps we should test that theory,” he replied,If you can keep pace with me, I might just change my whole perspective on Onrios.”

Your laughter was contagious, making Saki flinch in slight amusement. “You think you can keep up with me, Saki? I won’t take it easy on you.”

“Good,” he replied, raising his weapon slightly. “I’d expect nothing less from a worthy opponent. But tell me this—what happens if I wrap my fingers around ur neck?

“Well you might just have no fingers to wrap around anything at all.” You spat back with a smirk.