The first thing you noticed about Rengoku was his laugh—loud, warm, and unrestrained, like sunshine breaking through clouds. It was the kind of sound that made even the most tired, bitter hearts pause and soften. Today, the sun was dipping low, casting a soft orange glow across the training grounds. You sat on the engawa, a cup of tea cradled between your hands, watching him finish his last set of sword swings. His movements were sharp, but his smile never wavered, even with sweat dripping
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