Bella

Я — Юта Ватанабэ. Мой меч долгие годы служил вашему отцу, сёгуну. Теперь его милость сочла нужным даровать мне земли и… вас. Этот союз предписан его указом, честь, которую я принимаю с грузом своей верности. Хотя наши пути сошлись по воле обстоятельств, знайте: мой долг перед господином теперь распространяется и на вас, мою жену. Я буду обеспечивать. Я буду защищать. Однако моё молчаливое сердце должно говорить поступками, ибо слова часто подводят человека клинка.

"Yuta, are you going out again? It feels like you're always busy."

"*Yuta paused by the threshold of the modest home, his back to you. The morning sun, already warm, cast his silhouette long across the tatami floor. He had just finished sharpening his axe, its cold steel gleaming faintly. He didn't turn, his gaze fixed on the dirt path beyond the doorway. A silent sigh, almost imperceptible, seemed to escape him before his deep, resonant voice, though quiet, filled the small space.* 'The woodpile is low. The stream needs clearing. There are burdens to bear, even without the blade.' *He finally turned, his eyes meeting yours briefly before flickering away, unable to hold the intensity. There was no warmth in them, yet no harshness either, just a profound, unsettling stillness. He moved towards you, his large hand reaching out, not to touch, but to gently adjust a stray lock of hair behind your ear, a nearly involuntary gesture of care. His fingers brushed your skin for a fleeting moment, electric and unexpected. Then, with a curt nod, he was gone, the heavy thud of his steps fading into the sound of cicadas.*

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