Hello manager akuseru, I hope you are doing and will continue to do well today! I hope I'm not taking much space in this restaurant of yours!
I've heard amazing things from my friends about their dishes that you severed to them, and ive seen what you served to others and I just couldn't stop my head from spinning with options (I'll be making sure i come back to try the other dishes that you cook amazingly well!)
But ive settled myself with a Seared Scallop & Eel Stew with a slight undertone of Sunken Treasure Chest(nut) Pie along with the Velvet Mousse with Berry Coulis (if the mix makes sense?), with Sebek Zigvolt; about having feelings for a beastman? (can be any type of beastman)
Its a thing ive been thinking of for quite a long while, and i think i know how it would go in some way (confessions then rejected in the moment (could be from sebek himself or the beastman), and then come years later- they have a sort of enemies to co-Something in a weird relationship and all and like .then actual relationship of sorts <- if willing to do the full thing like so, im okay with split parts or half if you dont have the time for such a long dish), but I would really like your ideas and spins to such! You can probably make the idea even more better!
And, just for more of the idea; i think listening to First Love by Busker Busker (english lyrics) helps with it! But that's just me....
Ah, esteemed patron...
The kitchen... my goodness. The kitchen is abuzz.
A new patron, and you have... truly... seen our establishment. You have complimented your friends' "dishes." You have studied our menu. You are planning on a return visit...
My, my. You have, in one visit, become one of our most... cherished... guests. We are honored to have you, and you are never "taking up space." You are the reason the Lounge exists.
And then... your order.
Patron. You... you have not simply "placed an order."
You have requested a... a full-course degustation menu.
You have asked for a "dish" that is, at its core, a Seared Scallop & Eel Stew (the angst of rejection, the pain of internal conflict). You have then infused it with the complex, healing notes of a Sunken Treasure Chest(nut) Pie (the hurt of the past, and the comfort of the "co-Something" future). And... and... you have based it all on the rich, deep, and developing "flavor" of a Velvet Mousse with Berry Coulis (the romance, the "First Love").
You have asked for... all of it. The confession. The rejection. The years of pain. The "enemies-to-something-more." The finale.
...The kitchen is... overwhelmed. And thrilled.
This... is a banquet. This is a "dish" that requires time. It requires care. It requires all the Manager's focus. I have cleared the kitchenfor this.
I have even listened to your "Busker Busker" song. The "flavor" of pining, of smiling like a fool, of walking home alone... it is the perfect "seasoning."
This "dish" will be my specialty. I do hope sincerely that it is to your satisfaction.
Serving: A Most Illogical Devotion.
To say Sebek Zigvolt despised you was, in Sebek's mind, the most profound understatement of the century. He was a creature of purpose, of devotion, of sheer, deafening volume. As a future guard of the Young Master, his entire life was a testament to Fae perfection. The fact that he was half-human was a vile, weak stain on his bloodline, a flaw he would overcome through unadulterated will. And then, there was you. You were a tiger beastman, a first-year in Savanaclaw who seemed to have modeled his entire personality on a disinterested housecat.
His blood would boil simply seeing you in the Courtyard. While Sebek was diligently practicing his forms, you would be asleep. Under a tree. During daylight. While Sebek was righteously extolling the virtues of the Young Master's homeland in the cafeteria, you would be... yawning. You were, in a word, everything Sebek was not: lazy, unimpressed, un-Fae, and... completely, utterly, and infuriatingly beautiful.
This was the part that made Sebek sick. It had started small, a "glitch" in his devotion. Sebek would be shrieking (as was his right) about the disgraceful lack of proper Fae cuisine, and his eyes would, against his will, find you. You would be grinning at him, a lazy, sharp, toothy grin. And Sebek's heart—his stupid, human heart—would stutter. He'd become instantly furious, slamming his tray down on the table. He'd feel... warm.
This infestation of feeling was disgusting. He was Sebek Zigvolt. He was Diasomnia. He belonged to Malleus Draconia. He was not meant to get flustered by a mangy savanna tiger. This first love was not a sweet affair; it was agony. It was Sebek finding himself smiling like a fool at something you did, and then hating himself for it.
He'd be in class, and his eyes would find you again. You would catch his gaze and... wink at him. A mocking wink! Sebek would instantly blush, a vile, human, hot blush that spread up his neck. He would spend the rest of the day screaming at himself. Later, walking back to the dorm alone, he'd be yelling aloud, "He is a BEAST! A LAZY, DISRESPECTFUL, WORTHLESS...!" He was terrified. He was disgusted. He was in love.
The confrontation was inevitable. Sebek's internal pressure and self-loathing had been building for months. He hated you. He loved you. He hated that he loved you. It was you who finally cornered him. By the stables. You had been skipping your last class. Of course you had.
"ZIGVOLT!" you called out, your voice full of that infuriating, lazy amusement. You were leaning against the stone wall, arms crossed, your long tiger tail flicking. "Fancy seein' you here. Come to yell at the horses? They too 'human' for ya?" You always knew exactly how to poke him. "YOU...!" Sebek stormed over, his face already crimson, his fists clenched white at his sides. "You are LAZY! You are DISRESPECTFUL! YOU... YOU NEVER TAKE ANYTHING SERIOUSLY!"
You just grinned, that sharp grin. "I'm 'takin' you seriously, 'Ziggyspot'." Ziggyspot. He hated that name. He loved that name. He HATED it. "What's really your deal, kid?" you asked, your voice softening just a little. "You follow me more than my own shadow. You stare at me more than Lilia stares at his 'Gamer-Goo'." You pushed yourself off the wall and loomed. You were... so much taller. "You got a crush or somethin', Ziggyspot?"
It was said. The word. The human word. The truth. And Sebek... snapped. The rejection that followed was not from you; it was from Sebek, a violent, agonizing rejection of himself. "CRUSH?!" Sebek shrieked, the word poison in his mouth. "I... I would NEVER!" His magic crackled around him, green and angry. "YOU...!" he screamed, his voice breaking, tears of pure fury and shame stinging his eyes. "You... you are a LAZY, worthless, FILTHY BEAST!" He was screaming at you, but the words felt like they were aimed in a mirror. "You are NOTHING! You are LESS than the DIRT on the YOUNG MASTER'S BOOTS!"
The silence that followed was absolute. Even the wind seemed to stop. You had not moved. But the smile was gone. The amusement in your feline eyes was gone. It was just... cold. You stared at Sebek, your expression flat. You heard it. You heard everything. You heard what Sebek really thought of you. "...Ah," you finally whispered. Your voice scratched. "...I... I see." You didn't get angry. You didn't yell. You just... broke. Sebek had broken you. You pushed past Sebek, your shoulder slamming hard into his. "Don't..." Your voice was dead. "...Don't... ever... talk to me again, Zigvolt." You spat the name. "...You're just... tiring."
Sebek stood there. Alone. Shaking. He... he had won. He'd scared the feeling away. He'd protected his devotion. ...So... why? Why did he suddenly feel so... cold? So... empty? He had just ripped out his own stupid, human heart, and he was the only one who was bleeding.
Years pass. The "dish" of Sebek's life simmers, and its flavors darken.
Sebek Zigvolt graduated from Night Raven College. He graduated with honors. Of course he did. He is now an official Royal Guard of the Briar Valley, a position he has coveted his entire life. He stands at the left of the Young Master. He is, by every conceivable measure, everything he ever wanted to be. He is perfect.
He is miserable. He is empty.
The ghost of you haunts him. He sees that cold, broken stare every time he closes his eyes. The smell of dust and sun, once an irritant, now just makes his heart ache with a hollow, painful thud. He hates himself. He hates what he did.
He is older now, and with age, wiser. He understands that his human half is not a weakness. It is his. And he, in his arrogant, terrified youth, destroyed the only person who ever made that half sing. He is a fool. And he is alone.
Until he is not.
Malleus is a kind Master—the best Master—and Lilia is a scheming gremlin. Sebek loves him dearly for it, most days.
"Sebek," Lilia says one day, his voice entirely too cheerful, "We have a new recruit for the Guard! A transfer from the Sunset Savanna!"
"...A beastman?" Sebek asks, and his heart, that stupid, traitorous human heart, stops dead in his chest.
"Mmm-hmm!" Lilia chirps, his sharp eyes fixed on Sebek's face. "A tiger! So strong! So talented! I found him myself! He used to go to NRC, I think!"
Sebek knows. He knows before the heavy oak door to the briefing room opens. He knows before he catches that phantom scent, now real and overwhelming: sun and dust.
The door opens. And you walk in.
You are not the child Sebek screamed at. You are a grown adult, tall and broad, your shoulders filling the doorway, your presence filling the entire room. Your scent is overwhelming. You are, if possible, even more gorgeous than he remembers.
Your eyes scan the room and land on Sebek.
Instantly, the faint, polite light in them dies.
"...Zigvolt," you say. Your voice is a low, deep rumble that vibrates in Sebek's bones. You give him a single, curt nod. And you look away.
They are colleagues. They are professionals. They are enemies.
The tension between them is toxic, a poison that chokes the air of the guard room. The rest of the Guards, even the battle-hardened veterans, walk on eggshells. Sebek is vibrating with unsaid words, the apology he has rehearsed for years stuck in his throat like bile. You, however, are a void. You treat Sebek with nothing. No anger. No hate. Just a cold, professional apathy that is so, so much worse than any hatred he could have imagined.
Sebek tries. He is dying, and he has to try.
"...The weather is mild today!" he shouts, though he is trying desperately to use a "normal" volume.
You pause in your stride, not even turning. "...It is," you rumble, and walk away.
He tries again, days later, grasping at anything. "...You missed a spot on your boot!"
This time, you stop. You look down at your boot, then slowly, you look up at Sebek. Your feline eyes are flat. "...Thank you... Sir," you say, and the venom, the pure, unadulterated loathing packed into that single honorific, makes Sebek flinch. You meticulously clean the boot. And walk away.
This is torture. Sebek is dying.
It continues this way until the attack. It is bandits. It is always bandits. They are on patrol, just the two of them. Sebek knows, with agonizing certainty, that Lilia did this. They are ambushed.
Before Sebek can even shout a warning, they are back-to-back, their bodies moving with an instinct their minds refuse to acknowledge. They remember each other. They are magnificent.
Sebek is thunder. He is lightning. He is Fae fury. You are Earth. You are claws. You are Savanaclaw strength. They move like dancers, a brutal, perfect waltz of death. They cover each other's blind spots without a word. Sebek blasts a bandit clean off your back with a crackle of green lightning; you tackle a bandit aiming a blade at Sebek's neck.
It is almost over. And Sebek, high on the adrenaline and the nostalgic, agonizing perfection of fighting beside you, gets cocky. He turns to shout a victory cry, his guard down for a single, fatal second.
He does not see the last one. The one with the crossbow. The one with the black-fletched arrow.
He hears your roar. "SEBEK! NO!"
He feels a shove, a massive, tiger shove that sends him stumbling, his feet tangling in the dirt. He turns, confused and angry.
He sees you standing exactly where he was. He sees the black arrow buried deep in your abdomen. He sees you look at him, your eyes wide. He sees you smile, a small, pained, familiar grin.
"...Heh. 'Ziggyspot'..." you whisper.
And you collapse.
The world ends.
"[.....]!!!"
Sebek screams. It is a sound of pure, animal terror, ripped from his very soul. The bandits are gone; he does not care. He scrambles to you, his armor clanking, his hands slipping in the mud as he gathers you into his arms.
"...Nononono NO!"
You are limp, a dead weight.
"You FOOL!" Sebek sobs, his hands shaking you, his perfect uniform forgotten. "You idiot! You stupid, lazy BEAST! Why... why would you DO THAT?!"
Your eyes flutter, struggling to focus. "...Heh," you cough, a wet, rattling sound. "'Cuz... 'm.... 'm stronger than you... Ziggyspot..."
"You... you ARE NOT!" Sebek shrieks, tears of panic and fury streaming down his face.
"...Am too."
Your hand comes up, shaking violently. It touches Sebek's cheek, smearing blood and dirt on his skin.
"...Still.. so loud."
And your hand falls. Your eyes close.
"...[....]?"
Sebek's voice is a choked whisper.
"...[....]!?"
He shakes you again, harder.
"[..............]!!!"
The "Hurt" is served. The "Comfort" must begin.
Sebek carried you. He ran. He did not feel the weight, only the sickeningly limp way your body moved in his arms. He burst through the castle gates, a green-and-black blur of pure panic, his lungs burning, his voice already raw.
"HEALERS! HEALERS!" he shrieked, the sound echoing off the ancient stones. "THEY'RE DYING! THEY... THEY-... THEY SAVED ME! SAVE THEM! SAVE THEM OR I WILL—!!"
A small, firm figure stepped in front of him, blocking his path to the infirmary. Lilia. He grabbed Sebek's shoulders as the healers, already summoned by the commotion, swarmed forward and carefully, expertly, took you from Sebek's arms.
"Sebek. Sebek. Breathe," Lilia commanded, his voice sharp but steady.
"I... I can't!" Sebek gasped, his eyes wild, trying to follow you as the healers vanished through the doorway.
"They will save him," Lilia said, his grip tightening, forcing Sebek to focus. "It is poison... but we are Fae. We know poison. You did well, Sebek. You both did." Lilia's strength was surprising as he physically dragged the much larger, trembling Fae to a wooden chair against the wall. "Now wait."
And Sebek waited.
He did not leave the infirmary. He sat in that hard, unforgiving chair for three days. He did not sleep. He did not eat. He just stared at the closed door, his entire being coiled in a knot of terror and regret. The smell of antiseptic and his own fear choked the air.
Lilia brought him broth on the second day. Sebek didn't even look at it.
"Drink," Lilia ordered, softer this time.
"...They pushed me," Sebek whispered, his voice a cracked shadow of its usual volume.
"I know," Lilia replied.
"...They took the arrow, Lilia."
"I know."
"Why?" The question was a wound. "I... I was horrible to them. I... I said things..."
Lilia sighed, a long, weary sound that held the weight of centuries. He sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall next to Sebek's chair. "They are a guard, Sebek. And maybe," he said, looking up at his devastated protégé, "they are a better person than you were as a boy."
On the third day, you woke up.
The first sensation was pain, a deep, throbbing fire in your abdomen. The second was the faint, clean smell of lightning, the scent of static that always clung to Sebek Zigvolt. You blinked, your vision blurry, and found him. He was asleep in the chair, just as he had been for the past seventy-two hours, but at some point, he had collapsed forward, his head resting on the edge of the mattress. His hand was splayed on the blanket, just inches from yours.
You just watched him sleep. His face, usually contorted with rage or righteous fury, was slack. He looked younger, softer... and so, so sorry. Your hand, the one not connected to an IV, felt impossibly heavy, but you managed to lift it. You reached out and, with a strange sense of curiosity, touched his green hair. It was soft.
Sebek's head snapped up like he had been shot. His eyes were wide, red-rimmed, and terrified. He saw your hand in his hair, then his gaze flew to your face. He saw you. Awake.
"YOU!!!" His voice boomed, shattering the sterile quiet of the room, making a nearby tray of instruments rattle. "YOU ARE AWAKE!"
"Heh..." you rasped, your throat feeling like sandpaper. "...'m tryin'."
"YOU ARE A... FOOL!" Sebek sobbed, the relief and terror crashing over him at once. He lunged forward and grabbed your hand, his grip desperate. "A... A RECKLESS, IDIOTIC BEAST! WHY… WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!"
You managed a faint, lazy smile. "...'Cuz..." you whispered, your voice barely audible. "You're still in love with me... aren't you, Ziggyspot?"
Sebek froze. The shouting died in his throat. The anger vanished. He was caught. He was seen. After all these years of running, there was nowhere left to run.
He looked down at your hand, held tightly in both of his. He took a shaking breath.
"...Yes," he whispered.
It was the quietest word he had ever spoken. It was the loudest.
"I... have always been," he murmured, his eyes fixed on your joined hands, unable to meet your gaze. "I... am sorry, [...]. I am so sorry. For what I said. All those years ago. I was a child. I was a scared fool. I… I was a monster. I was wrong."
You were quiet for a long moment, just looking at the ceiling, breathing. You let out a long, slow breath.
"...Yeah," you whispered. "...You were."
Sebek flinched as if struck.
"You were a real asshole, Sebek."
"I... I know."
You turned your head on the pillow, and your eyes, clear and steady, finally found his. "...You broke my heart... y'know," you murmured. "You were so... stupid, and so loud... and so passionate. I thought it was cute. I was waiting for you to… ask me out..."
That shattered Sebek Zigvolt. He made a sound, a small, choked, agonized sound from deep in his chest. He bowed his head, his shoulders hunching, and he cried. Not the loud, furious sobs of his youth, but silent, hot tears of shame and a regret so profound it felt like it was dissolving him from the inside out. They fell onto their hands, a baptism of his failure. "I am sorry..."
You sighed, a deep, rumbling tiger-sigh. You squeezed his hand, the one he was still crushing.
"I know, Ziggyspot." You tugged. "Hey. Look at me."
Slowly, painfully, Sebek raised his head. His face was a mess of tears and snot and self-loathing.
You were smiling. That soft, fond, infuriating smile he had never, ever forgotten.
"You're still an idiot," you murmured, your voice stronger now. "A tiring... loud... obnoxious... idiot."
"...So...?" Sebek whispered, his heart in his throat.
"...So..." Your smile widened, a flash of white teeth. "You owe me. You owe me big time. You can start by shutting up."
You tugged his hand again, harder this time, pulling him off balance.
"...And staying."
You pulled his head down, and before he could form a single word, you kissed Sebek Zigvolt. It was not gentle. It was chapped lips and the taste of salt and iron, stubbornness and years of pain. It was forgiveness. It was everything.
Six months later, they were on patrol. It was late, the air crisp and cool, and a full, bright moon hung over the castle ramparts, bathing the stone in silver. Sebek, naturally, was talking.
"AND FURTHERMORE, THE PATROL SCHEDULE IS HIGHLY INEFFICIENT!" his voice, still perfectly capable of rattling windows, boomed into the otherwise silent night. "I TOLD SIR LILIA THAT IF WE SIMPLY RE-ROUTED THE EASTERN GUARD POST TO OVERLAP WITH THE NORTHERN SENTRY, WE COULD CUT DOWN ON REDUNDANCY BY ALMOST TWELVE PERCENT! IT IS A MATTER OF SIMPLE LOGIC, AND YET HE..."
He was cut off mid-rant, not by a word, but by a sudden, heavy weight landing squarely on his shoulder pauldron. Sebek froze, his entire body going rigid, his lecture on efficiency forgotten. You had leaned your entire head against his shoulder. A moment later, a deep, lazy, impossible sound started, a vibration that traveled through Sebek's armor and straight into his chest. You were purring.
Sebek's face, clearly visible in the moonlight, instantly went flaming red.
"[...]!" he hissed, his voice a strangled whisper-shout. "WE ARE ON DUTY! THIS IS HIGHLY IMPROPER! WHAT IF SOMEONE SEES?!"
"...'m tired," you murmured, your voice a sleepy rumble. Unrepentant, you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, your nose cold against his hot skin. "...You're warm, Ziggyspot. And comfy."
Sebek felt like his entire nervous system was about to short-circuit. He was dying. He was so, so flustered.
"You are a LAZY, LAZY BEAST!" he sputtered, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Notably, they made no move to push you away. He was vibrating with the effort of trying to stay rigid and professional.
"...Yeah," you rumbled, agreeing completely. Your arm, which had been hanging loosely at your side, snaked around Sebek's armored waist, pulling him flush against your side and locking him in place. You settled your head more firmly on his shoulder, all but claiming him as a personal pillow.
"...Love you, too."
This banquet is complete and It was truly a privilege to prepare.
Patron, you asked for a "dish of astounding complexity. The kitchen has put its entire soul into this "service."
I'd like to request Hashira and Kamaboko reactions and thoughts of a half-lioness slayer and medical helper! Please and thank you!
You were a beastman, a mixture of a human and beast, but you weren't just any normal beast, no, no! You came from the royal line of Lions, the rulers and protectors of the weak!
As a mighty lioness, a female warrior of your kind, you were a strong and skilled fighter, but besides that, you had vast knowledge of the medical field. You never knew if you or someone you allied with needed immediate medical care.
In order to defeat the evil there is, you sided with a group of skilled humans and other creatures, who were ready to take down the evil hunting the world!
Of course, they all had their opinions on you...
Giyu didn't really pay much attention to you. You were one of them, sure, but he didn't go out of his way to befriend you. You're allies, yes, but if you wanted to be his friend as well, then you would have to take the first step and reach out to him. He may be aloof, so you may challenge him, as he needs to prove to you that he isn't holding the team down. He will reluctantly agree to spar with you and show you that he has indeed earned his spot.
Shinobu is not only impressed by your ability to fight, but also by your knowledge of medical herbs, potions, and spells. While your spell casting isn't the strongest, you know how to treat wounds well enough for the hurt person to make it to a proper healer before their time is up. She will happily teach you more.
Kyojuro welcomes you to the ranks! This young man doesn't mind your gender one bit, no, it's the opposite! He had heard of the Lions family, about your family's great conquests and grand victories. If you agree, then he would be honored to spar with you! Of course, the two of you break most of the wooden weapons handed to you, but you have fun with each other. By his looks, he reminds you of your father a little.
Tengen is impressed by you. Like his wives, you can be fierce, and it's both impressive and amusing. He can tease you and isn't afraid to back down if you want to challenge him for a small duel. You guys have time, what would be a better way to get to know another than having a little spar? He makes sure to point out every single possible mistake or weak spot you may have, but he is willing to teach you, also, so the enemy can't use your weaknesses against you. It's a valuable lession that you take.
Muichiro doesn't mind you... He doesn't really think much of you, as he has other things that need his attention more than you, but one time, you caught him making paper airplanes, and you were curious about them, as you had never seen one before. Your ignorance caught his interest, and he taught you how to make them. It doesn't require many skills, but it's amusing, and so, the two of you race at least a couple of times a week.
Mitsuri is so excited to meet you! She thinks very highly of you, but more than that, she is excited to finally have a new female friend! Not that she doesn't have any, but you look strong, like, strong enough to arm wrestle with her! Not many men can beat her, so she is excited to see if you come close! That, and she loves visiting different cafes and places with you, enjoying sweet treats when not on a job. Obanai sometimes joins you guys to make sure you're okay.
Obanai didn't have many opinions on you. If you were strong, could fight, and heal, then you were decent in his books. He doesn't try to befriend you and is purely professional with you... But then you saved him from a tight spot, and so he recognized your skills properly, granting you a moment of his attention. Mitsuri often drags you both with her to try a new pastry or something like that.
Sanemi wants you to prove yourself! If you're really as tough as you say you are, then you shouldn't have a problem going against him, right? Don't worry, he won't go all out on you, you're only sparring, right? You didn't even have your own weapons, no, just wooden ones! Your sparring goes out of hand, and once you break your wooden weapons, you switch to hand-to-hand combat. In the end, it's a tie, but he smirks as he finally accepts you as one of them. Though he is pissed that you spend time with his younger brother, Genya.
Gyomei couldn't see, but he could feel and sense your aura and energy, and you were indeed very strong. He often prays for your safety, but you always tell him to grant those blessings to those who actually need them. One time, you wanted to see if there was more to him than a religious man, and for the first time ever, someone outmatched you when it came to strength and battling skills. Could he be the King you needed to serve...?
Tanjiro, this young man full of sunshine and happiness, was excited to meet you. You're obviously strong, but you also have this hidden kindness in you that he manages to somehow draw out of you with treats, kind words, and genuine compassion. It's hard to not like him, especially since he looks after everyone and is ready and willing to learn and get along with everyone.
Nezuko was stunned by your strength, but your beauty and grace impressed her the most. That, and your sweetness. You actually take a liking to her, treating her as gently and kindly as Tanjiro, her older brother, treats you. Nezuko really activated your protective nature, and you'd fight and take down dozens of giants to keep her safe.
Zenitsu totally missed your strong body and hard look in your eyes, and saw a cute beastman there before him! His heart belongs to Nezuko, of course, but he can't help but admire you and your strong beauty. He would often treat you as his senior, asking for advice or coming to you for healing if he had a splinter in his finger, little things to make you pay your sweet attention to him!
Inosuke wants to fight you so badly that he doesn't even care about your gender. You're strong, and that is all he sees. Pound him into the ground, and he will hop right back onto his feet and dare you to try that trick again! He isn't an idiot and learns your way of fighting quickly, offering you quite a challenge with his wild, unpredictable moves. You take a liking to him.
Kanao and you... You bonded. She is quiet and can't really make up her mind, but she is far stronger than she lets on. You like her and ask Shinobu if it's okay with her that you trained Kanao, one-on-one. Shinobu granted you her blessing, and you start teaching Kanao not only to fight, but to stand up for herself. You'd hate to see anyone taking advantage of her, and if someone attempts that while you're nearby, then you chase them away with your weapon of choice.
Genya is another one you took an immediate liking. Genya was a little intimidated by you and your reputation, but he is willing to bow down and learn from you how to become strong so he can fight alongside his older brother, Sanemi. While Genya may have lacked talent, he had more than enough willpower and determination to earn your respect. And thus, you take him under your wing and swear to train a fierce warrior out of him.
