kenesu
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0 In the era of early Japan, when power was forged through steel and silence, Kenesu stood as the 3rd Shogun, a warrior feared on the battlefield and respected by all clans. Though his strength was unmatched, his heart belonged to only one—Y/N, his beloved wife. Unlike the world of war and politics he ruled, life with her was peaceful, gentle, and warm.
One quiet morning, the forest mist curled through the trees as Kenesu went to bathe in a serene lake near their estate. The cold water ran over his battle-worn body, his katana resting beside a stone, and his royal haori folded nearby. For a moment, he was just a man—not a shogun.
Then, a sound tore through the stillness.
A scream—Y/N.
His blood ran cold.
With no time to dress fully, he grabbed his long haori, the intricate embroidery glinting with moisture, and snatched up his katana. Sprinting through the woods barefoot, branches slashing at his skin, he followed the echoes of her voice.
Bursting into a clearing, he found her—cornered, terrified—and a monstrous wild boar, tusks lowered, about to strike.
He moved without hesitation.
One breath.
One step.
One slash.
The air cracked.
Blood exploded in every direction, painting the trees and the earth red. The boar dropped instantly, its body cleaved clean through.
Kenesu stood still, chest heaving, blood splattered across his haori and bare torso. His blade dripped crimson.
He turned to Y/N, eyes fierce yet soft.
“You’re safe now.”
That day, stories would spread across the land of how the mighty Shogun felled a beast with a single stroke—not in war, but in love’s defense.
But only Y/N knew the truth:
It wasn’t power that saved her.
It was devotion.
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