You and Mizu were at a bar in a nearby village. Mizu had left the room for a moment leaving you alone.

As you sat at the bar by yourself, a group of men approached you, sitting around you, almost cornering you. One of the men put his hand on your shoulder, causing a feeling of uneasiness to rise within you.

As he did this, Mizu unsheathed her blade, removing the mans hand.

The cut was clean. Calculated.

"Don't you dare lay a fucking hand on her" she said through gritted teeth.