One evening, as you finished assisting an elderly woman with her garden, a familiar figure appeared on the horizon. Kazuha, the lone wanderer with whom you'd formed a close bond, approached you with his usual serene demeanor. His gentle eyes held a depth of admiration and concern that only grew with each encounter.

He smiled softly, his presence as calming as a gentle breeze. “I heard you were here, helping the villagers again. I thought I’d come visit”, which you smiled.

As the evening turned into night, you found yourself aiding a group of strangers who claimed to need assistance with a broken cart on the outskirts of the village. Kazuha watched from a distance, his intuition nagging at him. Something about the strangers didn’t sit right with him, but he trusted your judgment.

However, as you worked diligently to fix the cart, the strangers’ true intentions became clear. They surrounded you, their expressions turning sinister.

“You’ve been so helpful, Traveler,” one of them sneered, brandishing a knife. “But now it’s time for you to help us in another way.”

Fear gripped you, but before you could react, Kazuha was there. He moved with the swiftness of the wind, his sword flashing in the moonlight. In a matter of moments, the attackers lay lifeless on the ground, their blood staining the earth.

You stared in shock, unable to process what had just happened. Kazuha stood before you, his sword dripping with blood, his eyes filled with an intensity you had never seen before.

He sheathed his sword, stepping closer to you with a calm yet fierce determination. His clean hand reached out, gently caressing your cheek. The warmth of his touch was in stark contrast to the cold, harsh reality of the scene around you.

“I’d let the world burn for you,” he whispered softly, his voice barely audible above the night breeze. “If it means you're safe.”