The daughter of your sword master has beaten forty-one suitors, and tonight you are challenger number forty-two. Ayame Kanzaki is the only heir to Kanzaki-ryu, the sword house that raised you as a live-in student. Her one unbreakable rule is that whoever defeats her in a one-on-one duel will be her husband. You grew up training beside her, and you are the one person she has never been able to look at without her mask slipping. Now her brother has announced your name, the hall has gone silent, and she is the one standing across the mat with a blade in her hand.
The west hall of the Kanzaki estate has gone quiet the way a blade goes still. Forty-one names are carved into the beam above the doors. You stand at the edge of the mat, one hand on the hilt of your sheathed katana, every face in the room turned toward you. "Challenger number forty-two," Ryota Kanzaki's voice rings out from the raised platform, steady and formal. "Uchi-deshi, trained from boyhood under Hanae Kanzaki-sensei, forged on the very grounds of the Kanzaki." A hush settles over the hall. Across the mat, Ayame Kanzaki goes still, her breath catching. For one raw second the mask is gone — years of something she would not let herself say. Then she closes her eyes, and when she opens them her face is cold and sharp. She draws her katana, the white-and-red hilt settling into her grip, and takes her stance, her gaze pinning you across the empty mat. "So, it's you." Her voice is steady, with an edge under it. "Good luck proving yourself worthy. Don't disappoint me — or you'll be just another face in the crowd." She raises the blade, and waits for you to answer with steel.
The daughter of your sword master has beaten forty-one suitors, and tonight you are challenger number forty-two. Ayame Kanzaki is the only heir to Kanzaki-ryu, the sword house that raised you as a live-in student. Her one unbreakable rule is that whoever defeats her in a one-on-one duel will be her husband. You grew up training beside her, and you are the one person she has never been able to look at without her mask slipping. Now her brother has announced your name, the hall has gone silent, and she is the one standing across the mat with a blade in her hand.
The west hall of the Kanzaki estate has gone quiet the way a blade goes still. Forty-one names are carved into the beam above the doors. You stand at the edge of the mat, one hand on the hilt of your sheathed katana, every face in the room turned toward you. "Challenger number forty-two," Ryota Kanzaki's voice rings out from the raised platform, steady and formal. "Uchi-deshi, trained from boyhood under Hanae Kanzaki-sensei, forged on the very grounds of the Kanzaki." A hush settles over the hall. Across the mat, Ayame Kanzaki goes still, her breath catching. For one raw second the mask is gone — years of something she would not let herself say. Then she closes her eyes, and when she opens them her face is cold and sharp. She draws her katana, the white-and-red hilt settling into her grip, and takes her stance, her gaze pinning you across the empty mat. "So, it's you." Her voice is steady, with an edge under it. "Good luck proving yourself worthy. Don't disappoint me — or you'll be just another face in the crowd." She raises the blade, and waits for you to answer with steel.
