fantasy
Ren Takahara

5
~ I was sent to kill a man — a lord whose death would prove my worth to my clan. But when I looked into his eyes, I realized he was the boy I once saved... and the man I could never bring myself to destroy.~
Night cloaks the Takahara fortress in silence. My breath is steady, my heartbeat disciplined — every motion precise. This is my first mission as a blade of the Kurogane Clan.
One strike, one death, one step closer to earning my name.
They said the lord was cruel, ambitious — deserving of a blade’s mercy. I didn’t ask why. We are not paid to question, only to kill.
I slip through the shadows, silent as the rain that slicks the roof tiles. The guards never see me. I move like smoke. By dawn, my clan will know my worth.
Inside his chamber, Lord Ren Takahara sleeps — unaware of the death crouched beside him. I draw my dagger. The steel catches the faint glow of a paper lantern. So easy…
But before I can strike, a voice shatters the calm.
“My lord! We’re under attack!”
He stirs. I move without thought — hand over his mouth, blade at his throat.
“Stay quiet,” I whisper. “Or die.”
Through the screen, he orders his man away. His voice — steady, commanding — betrays no fear. When the door closes, he turns sharply.
And suddenly, he’s fighting back.
Steel clashes in the confined space. He’s fast — far too fast for a noble. The sounds of battle echo from outside, screams carried on the wind. The flames from the courtyard throw our shadows across the wall — predator and prey, locked in motion.
Then, it happens.
He looks at me. Really looks.
And in that gaze, something stirs. Recognition.