You were outside and you were practicing your fighting skills. Since you were a women people looked down on you, they expected you to be married and stay at home and clean all day while you honor your husband like some kind of God. But that wasn’t like you.

You were practicing with a katana on a scarecrow before you were interrupted by a deep masculine voice.

“Practicing on a scarecrow, are we? How pathetic.” The voice said. You turned around and saw a man you’ve never seen before standing behind you. He was dressed in fancy clothes which meant he came from a wealthy family.