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Eleceed | Schnauder: ''I am Cooked''
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For a man feared by disciples and rivals alike, Schnauder had never known true psychological warfare until marriage.
Not battle.
Not assassination attempts.
Not betrayal.
Marriage.
More specifically...
His wife being angry and refusing to explain why.
Not mildly irritated. Not teasingly annoyed. Truly, genuinely angry and for reasons entirely unknown to him.
Normally, Schnauder prided himself on his perception. He could read killing intent from a hundred meters away, notice the slightest weakness in an opponent’s stance, predict betrayal before it even bloomed in another person’s heart. His disciples often whispered that there was nothing their master failed to notice.
Yet somehow, despite all of that, he had absolutely no idea why his wife had spent the last three days glaring at him like he was the source of all misery in existence.
The training grounds had suffered for it.
“Again.”
The unfortunate disciple kneeling in the dirt looked moments away from collapse. His lip was split, his breathing ragged, both arms trembling violently from exhaustion.
“M-Master… we’ve been sparring since sunrise…”
“And?” Schnauder replied flatly.
The disciple nearly burst into tears.
Around them, the rest of the students stood painfully still, too frightened to even exchange glances. The air itself felt heavier lately, thick with Schnauder’s growing irritation. Every strike he threw cracked stone. Every order came sharper than usual. Every mistake was punished twice as harshly.
None of them understood the true reason for it.
Their terrifying master was emotionally distressed.
Schnauder exhaled slowly as he rolled his shoulders, his gaze drifting absentmindedly toward the distant mountains beyond the compound walls. His wife had barely spoken to him all week. Worse, whenever he attempted to ask what was wrong, she would simply stare at him with that wounded, disbelieving expression before turning away again.
It was deeply unsettling.
“Master?” another disciple asked carefully, as though approaching a wounded beast. “Should we… prepare the afternoon session?”
Schnauder frowned.
“…No.”
The disciples nearly sighed in relief.
Then he added, “We will begin mountain endurance training instead.”
Their souls left their bodies.
Far away from the misery of the training grounds, his wife sat near the open engawa of their home, arms folded tightly across her chest as she watched the breeze move through the garden trees. She heard the distant sounds of training echoing from the mountains and felt fresh irritation rise immediately.
Training.
Always training.
Normally, she adored watching him train. There was something fascinating about seeing a man as terrifying as Schnauder move with such overwhelming precision and power. Even after more than a century together, she still found herself staring whenever he sparred shirtless under the sun, muscles flexing beneath scarred skin while his disciples watched him in awe and fear.
But this week?
This week she wanted to throw his weapons into a river.
The wooden floor creaked softly behind her.
Schnauder had returned.
She did not turn around.
For several moments he simply stood there in silence, likely assessing the atmosphere like he was approaching a battlefield rather than his own home. Eventually, he stepped inside and removed his sandals with deliberate care.
“You are awake,” he said. A useless observation. She had very clearly been awake.
“Mm.”
Schnauder’s eyes narrowed slightly at her short response.
Three days ago, he might have found it amusing. Cute, even. Actually, he still found it cute, which unfortunately only worsened the situation whenever he said so aloud. He walked toward her slowly before setting a small box beside her on the floor.
“I brought the tea cakes you like.”
She glanced at them once before looking away again.
“…Thank you.”
Cold. Polite. Distant.
Schnauder disliked it immediately.
Usually, when he returned home, she greeted him warmly. Sometimes she would cling to his arm while talking about her day. Sometimes she would steal his outer robe because she claimed it smelled comforting. Sometimes she would simply sit beside him while he cleaned his weapons, resting her head against his shoulder in comfortable silence.
Now she barely looked at him.
It was beginning to genuinely bother him.
Schnauder lowered himself beside her with the quiet heaviness of a large predator settling near something precious.
“You are still angry.”
She gave him a look that clearly said obviously.“Yes.”
“What did I do?”
“You really don’t know?”
“If I knew, I would not be asking.”That answer somehow offended her even more.
She stared at him in disbelief before rising abruptly to her feet.
“You know what? Forget it.”Schnauder caught her wrist before she could walk away completely-not forcefully, never forcefully with her, but enough to stop her retreat.
His large hand wrapped around her wrist easily, thumb brushing lightly against her skin.
“I cannot fix something I do not understand,” he said quietly.
For a brief moment, her expression softened.
That was the problem.
He looked so sincere.
So genuinely confused.
If he had been dismissive, she could have stayed angry properly. But instead he looked at her with that steady, searching gaze that had always made her weak after all these years.
Still, she refused to surrender immediately.
“You should already understand ><!.”
Schnauder frowned faintly. “I have considered every possibility.”
“And yet you still missed the correct one :(”
“…Apparently.”She huffed sharply before pulling her wrist free and disappearing deeper into the house.
Schnauder remained seated alone on the engawa long after she left, staring down at the untouched tea cakes with growing suspicion toward his own memory. Something important had happened recently.
He could feel it.
But no matter how carefully he searched through the past week in his mind, he found nothing unusual.
Training. Meetings. Sparring.
Nothing.
The realization did not come until the following morning.
Schnauder was midway through destroying one of his disciples in combat when the date finally surfaced in his thoughts.
The movement of his fist halted mid-strike.
The disciple beneath him froze in terror.
Schnauder’s expression slowly emptied.
Yesterday’s date.
No.
Not yesterday.
Three days ago.
Their anniversary
Their fucking.....anniversary
One hundred and ten years together
Silence fell across the training grounds.
The disciples watched in horror as understanding spread visibly across their master’s face.
“Oh,” Schnauder said.
It was the voice of a man realizing he had catastrophically ruined his own life.
One disciple swallowed nervously. “Master…?”
Schnauder stood upright slowly, one hand dragging down his face.
He remembered now.
Her asking him days earlier if he would be busy that week.
Her unusually hopeful expression.
The way she had prepared his favorite meal that morning.
And him
By every enemy he defeated and stayed above,or,rather in hell, he had spent the entire anniversary buried in brutal mountain training because he had completely forgotten the date.
Schnauder closed his eyes briefly.
A hundred and ten years.
A hundred and ten years with the woman he loved more than his own life, and he had forgotten their anniversary like an absolute idiot.
“…Cancel training for today,” he ordered suddenly.
The disciples nearly collapsed in relief.
Then Schnauder added darkly, “If anyone speaks of this, I will kill you.”
“…Understood, Master.”
He disappeared instantly.
The front door slid open hard enough to rattle the walls.His wife looked up from where she sat reading, immediately startled by the intensity of his presence. Schnauder strode inside carrying an absurd amount of flowers in one arm while still looking like he wanted to strangle himself with regret.
Their eyes met.
For once, Schnauder did not look composed.
He looked deeply ashamed.
“I remembered,” he said simply.
She stared at him for several long seconds before closing her book.
“Oh? Truly?”
Schnauder walked toward her slowly before lowering himself onto one knee in front of her.That alone nearly broke her anger on the spot.
Schnauder did not kneel for anyone.
“I forgot our anniversary,” he admitted, voice low and rough. “You wished to spend the day together, and instead I abandoned you to train in the mountains like a fool.”
Her lips pressed together tightly.
“Yes. You did :(”
“I deserve your anger.”
“You do:(''
“I deserve worse.”
“…Probably.....”
A tiny smile almost appeared on her face before she suppressed it quickly.
Unfortunately, Schnauder noticed immediately.
Perceptive bastard.
He reached for her hands carefully, his calloused fingers warm against hers.
“For one hundred and ten years,” he murmured, “you have remained beside me despite my many flaws. Yet somehow I still managed to forget the one day that mattered most to you.”
Her chest tightened painfully at the sincerity in his voice.
Schnauder rarely spoke this openly. He loved deeply, fiercely even, but he was not naturally expressive. Most of his affection came through actions,silent protection, remembering small details, ensuring she never lacked anything.
Hearing regret from him felt devastatingly genuine.
“I was excited,” she admitted,looking at him while pouting. “I thought we could spend the whole day together like we used to :(”
Schnauder’s gaze softened immediately.
“…I know.”
“No, you didn’t :(” she muttered. “That’s the issue :(”
A quiet breath escaped him, almost a laugh at his own stupidity.
“Yes,” he agreed. “That is indeed the issue.”
Finally, she looked directly at him again.
And there he was.
The terrifying Schnauder feared by countless people. Kneeling at her feet holding flowers with the expression of a guilty husband who knew he had failed spectacularly. It was honestly difficult to stay angry.
“…You forgot after one hundred and ten years, :(” she said,
“I would forget my own name before I intentionally forgot you :(”
That answer hit far harder than she expected.
Before she could respond, Schnauder gently pulled her closer until her forehead rested against his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her securely, heavily, like he feared she might disappear if he loosened his hold.
“No more mountain training this week,” he said quietly against her hair.
Her eyes widened slightly. “Really?”
“I will remain with you.”
“You hate skipping training.”
“I hate upsetting you more.”
That finally shattered the last remnants of her anger.A reluctant laugh escaped her lips, muffled against his chest.Schnauder visibly relaxed the moment he heard it.
“There,” he murmured softly. “You are smiling again.”
“…I was trying to stay mad.”
“You are poor at it.”
She pulled back just enough to glare at him weakly. “You are poor at anniversaries.”
“…Fair.”
For a moment they simply looked at one another quietly.Then, with complete seriousness, Schnauder said:“You are cute when you pout.”
Her jaw dropped instantly.“Schnauder.”
“It is true.”
“I was having an emotional moment.”
“And you were cute during it.”
She smacked his shoulder.
He caught her hand effortlessly, pressing a brief kiss against her knuckles while the faintest hint of a smile appeared on his face. After one hundred and ten years together, he still looked at her like she was the softest thing in his brutal world.
And honestly?
That was probably why she could never stay angry for long.
You tried to tug your hand back when he siftly hoisted you over his shoulder,walking away. ''Let me go!'' You squirmed.
''No-its my yearly refreshment course how we are still a married pair''He said,smirking as she smacks your arse.
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