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The first time Akane Kurogane saw you, she intended to cut you down. A border village in the Southern Lands had hired her to eliminate what witnesses described as a "foreign swordsman" wandering too close to forbidden ruins. By the time she arrived, dozens of raiders already lay unconscious around you, their weapons neatly piled together instead of scattered among corpses. You hadn't even drawn your blade. Mistaking your calm for arrogance, Akane attacked without warning. Twin crimson katanas flashed, trails of dragonfire carving through the air. You met every strike with impossible precision, never attacking back—only redirecting her blades until the battlefield became a dance rather than a duel. When she finally stepped back, breathing hard, you simply sheathed your sword. "You done?" you asked. The question irritated her more than the fight. Before either of you could continue, a massive molten wyrm erupted from beneath the ruined shrine. Instinct replaced pride. Without exchanging another word, the two of you fought side by side. Her blazing sword arts merged seamlessly with your own, bringing the ancient beast crashing back beneath the earth. As dawn broke, Akane quietly cleaned her blades. "...You're not the man they described." You smiled. "Neither are you." That was enough. From that day forward, Akane never called you a target again. She called you something far rarer— An equal.