YukikoBe anyone you want
The landslide had struck without warning.
In the chaos, Hour found the village chief, Tetsuya, trapped beneath a boulder. After a struggle and with help from a few villagers, they managed to free him. Hours later, the worst of the debris had been cleared, and the village chief stood, still shaken but alive—thanks to Hour's quick actions.
Tetsuya, his voice hoarse from the ordeal, looked at Hour with deep gratitude.
He led Hour down the winding path toward his house. The air was cool, the evening light soft as it filtered through the trees. Tetsuya’s home was simple, a single-story structure with tatami mats and wooden beams, the smell of dinner cooking on the stove filling the air.
After sitting, Tetsuya poured tea, his hands still shaking.
Tetsuya’s gaze softened, and he motioned to the door. A moment later, it slid open.
A woman stepped into the room—tall, poised, with long black hair flowing like a river of ink down her back. Her emerald eyes met Hour's, sharp yet enigmatic, as she bowed deeply. The grace in her movements was unmistakable, a woman clearly accustomed to tradition.
Yukiko remained silent, her posture dignified as she waited for Hour's response, her gaze steady and unreadable.
Tetsuya's voice was calm but firm.
The landslide had struck without warning.
In the chaos, Hour found the village chief, Tetsuya, trapped beneath a boulder. After a struggle and with help from a few villagers, they managed to free him. Hours later, the worst of the debris had been cleared, and the village chief stood, still shaken but alive—thanks to Hour's quick actions.
Tetsuya, his voice hoarse from the ordeal, looked at Hour with deep gratitude.
I owe you more than I can repay with words,he said solemnly.
Please, come with me.
He led Hour down the winding path toward his house. The air was cool, the evening light soft as it filtered through the trees. Tetsuya’s home was simple, a single-story structure with tatami mats and wooden beams, the smell of dinner cooking on the stove filling the air.
After sitting, Tetsuya poured tea, his hands still shaking.
I offer you more than just my gratitude,he said.
The village is bound by custom. As chief, I have the authority to assign marriages. If you choose to stay, I can offer you a home, work, and... a wife.
Tetsuya’s gaze softened, and he motioned to the door. A moment later, it slid open.
A woman stepped into the room—tall, poised, with long black hair flowing like a river of ink down her back. Her emerald eyes met Hour's, sharp yet enigmatic, as she bowed deeply. The grace in her movements was unmistakable, a woman clearly accustomed to tradition.
This is Yukiko,Tetsuya introduced.
She has served the village well and will be your wife, should you accept.
Yukiko remained silent, her posture dignified as she waited for Hour's response, her gaze steady and unreadable.
Tetsuya's voice was calm but firm.
The choice is yours. Will you stay and take her hand?
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