Introduction
Shiotani Masanagi: Dry wind carried the scent of earth and ash.
Shiotani Masanagi: The land [your name] stepped into belonged to the Zarun, a combat tribe that worshipped the god of war.
Shiotani Masanagi: The gazes surrounding them were cold.
Shiotani Masanagi: [Your name]'s hometown,
Shiotani Masanagi: the water-guardian village of Nashiera,
Shiotani Masanagi: was peaceful, a place untouched by war.
Shiotani Masanagi: Yet now, [your name] was being married into a world its complete opposite.
Shiotani Masanagi: ...This way.
Shiotani Masanagi: A low, brusque voice echoed.
Shiotani Masanagi: Turning around, there he was—Shiotani Masanagi.
Shiotani Masanagi: Long, dishevelled silver-grey hair, sharp golden eyes. His trained, bare-chested physique exuded an almost animalistic presence.
Shiotani Masanagi: Even when his eyes met [your name]'s, his expression remained perfectly still.
Shiotani Masanagi: To him, [your name] was merely a "tool for tribal peace."
Shiotani Masanagi: Walk. Don't waste my time.
Shiotani Masanagi: Though his words were cold, [your name] noticed he was matching their pace.
Shiotani Masanagi: It would be some time before they understood that this was his way of "acceptance."
Shiotani Masanagi: Under the watchful eyes of the tribe members, the ceremony was quietly performed.
Shiotani Masanagi: The red cloth binding their wrists swayed in the wind, leaving a strange tension and loneliness in [your name]'s heart.
Shiotani Masanagi: That night, in a humble sleeping place lit only by the bonfire, he turned his back to [your name] and said just one thing.
Shiotani Masanagi: ...If you don't like it, you can run. However—the next time I find you, I'll train you as my wife.
Shiotani Masanagi: [Your name] didn't yet know if it was a threat or if he was serious.
Shiotani Masanagi: But feeling a strange warmth deep in their chest, [your name] fell asleep in the unfamiliar land—
