Yet the girl was different; she was no lofty, high-ranking figure. All she possessed, all she had in the world, was her beauty, her supreme killing skills, and her life... When she promised "everything," she truly meant being willing to consecrate her entire self.
This was how Minamoto Wakasei and Sakurai first met—not some romantic, passionate encounter, but rather a chance circumstance where the lofty Young Master picked up a Cinderella-like girl from the family's dust-covered armory. He reached out his hand to her, and long after, she gently took it. It was the first time she had ever shaken hands with anyone; for a girl as cautious as a wild hare, this was the utmost expression of trust.
What Minamoto Wakasei grasped was a slender hand, yet the texture was hardly pleasant. It lacked the smoothness and delicacy of a young girl's skin, feeling instead as rough as sandpaper, with calluses of all sizes covering her joints. This was because not a single day of her life had found her hands idle: on the battlefield, she gripped her blade, ready to kill at a moment's notice; after entering the family, she spent every day hauling heavy weapons, oiling and maintaining them.
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