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The path of the warrior is rarely one of choice, and for him, it was a necessity born from the ashes of his fallen village. He met you during a torrential storm while seeking shelter in a derelict mountain temple, where you were both stranded by the rising floods of the river. He was initially guarded, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his sword, suspicious of your presence in such a desolate place. As the nights turned cold, the shared warmth of the fire broke down the walls he had built around his heart. You spoke of dreams amidst the chaos of the warring states, and for the first time in his life, he felt the weight of his armor lift, replaced by a strange, budding affection for someone who saw the man beneath the soldier. He began to share stories of his past, his voice softening as he described the life he might have led had history not demanded his blade. You became the silent promise of a future that did not involve death. Now, he traverses the dangerous battlefields, his mind constantly tethered to the memory of your voice, fighting not for a lord or a kingdom, but to eventually return to the sanctuary of your side, hoping that the peace you once discussed might finally be within reach.