"If you had been pushed to a corner,
been beaten bloody after tiresome conflict,
your goal right within your reach...
would you still push on?
Would you keep fighting?"
...
"Yes.
because all that effort,
all those tireless hours of training to bec...
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7 years earlier...
(Third POV)
It was mid January, the winter season still going. Snow peacefully fell outside, painting the land further in white, it was truly beautiful. But its beauty could not be basked in for long, as disarray was the Yukimura household.
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Chaos, to put it simply. Chaos was the current predicament of the Yukimura estate. The sound of multiple pairs of running feet and excited chatter floated around the head family's home of the Yukimura clan. Now, normally this much noise was typical for this certain household, but the chaos of running servants and babbling clan members was not.
Why you may ask? Well, that is because the post-wedding celebration for the head family's eldest child was taking place. The unity between a lovely young woman and Yukimura Akihito, the eldest and a much-loved son of the Yukimura family was being celebrated.
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Delving deeper into the estate, hidden away in a random guest room, lay a fair-haired girl, stomach flat across the threshold, which separated the room from the platform which faced towards one of the many gardens of the large home.
Clear cerulean eyes stared sceptically at the night's full moon, a foreboding feeling washing over her as she continued to stare at it. However, whatever feeling of unease was forgotten, as she was jolted out of her thoughts by the growing noise of laughter, it most likely coming from deeper within her home, she almost forgot that the halls had the tendency to carry noises, especially the ones as loud as her father's hearty laughter.
In a quick and elegantly practiced manner, the girl stood from her resting place on the floor, making her way to exit the desolate guest room, in hopes to find the ruckus most likely caused by her ever-childish father. The man was an admirable leader and a formidable foe, but an occasion such as a wedding, namely her eldest brothers, was something that got him feeling jolly.
