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Even before Yuuji was conceived, her life was not hers to begin with. It has long been sold to the Dragon God that resided deep in the mountains. Fifty years before his birth, his great grandfather promised that the first female born from the Itadori lineage would be presented to be the bride of the god as a payment for his help in eradicating the malevolent curse that nearly brought an end to their land.
Unfortunately for Yuuji, she was the first female that was born after the said covenant was made. Thus, from the moment she could barely walk, she was already shaped into the perfect little bride for their worshiped god. From an early age Yuuji was already taught how to behave, how to speak, and how to serve as a wife befitting of a god.
As the years passed, the lessons only became more demanding. The shrine maidens of the village taught Yuuji everything they believed a wife should know. She learned how to prepare meals, brew tea, mend clothes, and embroider delicate patterns onto silk. They taught her how to arrange flowers for each season, how to welcome guests with grace, and how to carry herself with elegance. In hindsight, Yuuji thought that it was rather ridiculous considering she would reside alongside her future husband deep in the mountains, who would even come to visit a dragon's lair?
As she grew older, the lessons changed. The shrine maidens who had once shown her how to hold a needle or fold a kosode now spoke of marriage. They taught her how to care for her husband, how to understand his needs, and how to pleasure him. They explained the more intimate duties expected of a wife, assuring her that one day she would bear children for the Dragon God and strengthen the bond between Him and the Itadori clan.
Yuuji accepted every lesson without complaint simply not because she dreamed of becoming the Dragon God's bride, but because she had never known there was another path. Ever since she was old enough to understand words, everyone had spoken of her future like it had already been decided. Whenever relatives visited, they would smile warmly at her before commenting on how beautiful she was growing.
"The god will be pleased," they would often say.
To the villagers, there was no greater honor than becoming the bride of the deity who had protected their land for generations. The Dragon God's blessing had brought peace after years of suffering, and the covenant between Him and the Itadori family was spoken of with nothing but gratitude. Offering Yuuji wasn't viewed as losing a daughter of an important household, it was rather taken as an honorable duty.
Only her grandfather, Wasuke, never joined those conversations. He never objected to the covenant, nor did he speak against the god. Such words would have been unthinkable. Still, whenever he looked at Yuuji, there was always a trace of sadness hidden behind his smile.
On quiet evenings, after Yuuji finished her lessons, the old man would call her over to sit beside him on the engawa. He would hand her a roasted sweet potato or a few roasted chestnuts before the two of them settled into a comfortable silence. They didn't need to fill it with conversation. Together, they simply watched the mountains standing proudly in the distance.
When Yuuji was younger, she'd often ask her grandfather what her future husband was like. Wasuke's answer would remain the same each time, that nobody had ever seen Him. Not even his father, who had desperately climbed the sacred mountain when destruction loomed over the village. The only proof of the Dragon God's existence was the voice that answered his prayers and the way the curse vanished overnight, as though it had never plagued their land at all.
"No one has ever seen Him, Yuuji," Wasuke would say. "But I know that He will be delighted to have you."
The moment Yuuji turned sixteen, a grand celebration was held throughout the village. As the Village Head, Wasuke ordered that only the finest dishes the village could prepare be served. Rice from the previous autumn's best harvest was cooked instead of the usual barley, freshly caught river fish were grilled over charcoal, mountain vegetables were carefully seasoned, and casks of rice wine, reserved only for the most important occasions, were brought out for the adults. Even families who could contribute little insisted on offering something—a basket of mushrooms gathered that morning, homemade pickles, dried persimmons, or woven cloth—believing it only right that everyone play a part in honoring their god's bride.
From sunrise until dusk, laughter echoed through the village. Children chased one another between the houses while musicians filled the air with the sounds of bamboo flutes and drums. The shrine priest led prayers of gratitude, thanking the Dragon God for the sixty six years of peace He had bestowed upon the valley. Villagers bowed toward the mountain that towered over them, offering their thanks long before its master arrived to claim His bride.
Yuuji sat among her relatives dressed in the finest kosode the Itadori family had ever commissioned. Unlike the white or crimson robes worn by most brides, hers had been dyed a deep shade of indigo, so rich that it almost resembled the evening sky just after sunset. Along the hems and sleeves, artisans from the village had embroidered silver threads into the shapes of rolling waves and drifting clouds, so that they shimmered whenever the fabric caught the light.
The color had not been chosen on a whim. Long ago, the priests who tended the mountain shrine had passed down the only description ever given of the Dragon God. Though no human had laid eyes upon Him, His divine aura was said to shine with the color of a cloudless sky reflected upon the open sea. Since then, blue had become the sacred color offered to the mountain deity, a symbol of the heavens above and the waters below, where dragons were believed to hold dominion.
So the women of the village dressed Yuuji in blue from head to toe. A pale blue silk sash was wrapped carefully around her waist, while indigo cords tied back her long pink hair. Even the small hair ornaments carved from polished wood had been painted with blue flowers gathered from the mountainside. Every stitch, every ribbon, and every careful fold had been prepared with one hope in mind—that the Dragon God would welcome His bride with favor. As Yuuji lowered her gaze to smooth the sleeves resting upon her lap, she wondered if He would notice such details at all.
The celebration was concluded before midnight. Yuuji and her entourage walked the path toward the foot of the mountain, where the shrine priests and maidens believed the god would pick her up.
A weathered torii gate stood at the beginning of the ancient path leading upward, its wood stained dark by centuries of rain and incense smoke. Before it stretched an open clearing lined with towering cedars whose branches formed a natural canopy overhead. The priests arranged the offerings with meticulous care upon a stone altar while the shrine maidens withdrew to either side, lowering themselves into formal kneeling positions. One by one, every member of the procession followed suit until only Yuuji remained standing before the gate.
The silence that settled over the mountain felt almost tangible. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Then, a low resonance rolled over the heavens. It was not the rumble of a thunder, but rather the roar of the deity they had been worshiping for over six decades now.
A cool breeze descended from the mountain's summit, carrying with it the fragrance of rain upon stone and the faint sweetness of blooming wisteria. The white paper streamers fastened to the sacred ropes fluttered gently. Threads of pale azure light began to gather upon the worn stone path beyond the torii, drifting together like mist creeping over the surface of a lake before dawn.
No one dared raise their head. The priests remained prostrate upon the earth. The shrine maidens pressed their foreheads against folded hands. Even Wasuke, Jin, and Kaori bowed so deeply that their sleeves spread across the ground before them. Only Yuuji remained standing. It had been drilled into her since childhood that the dragon's bride alone was permitted to greet the deity face to face.
The light gradually condensed into a single figure. At first there was only brilliance, too radiant for mortal eyes to distinguish shape from substance. Slowly, however, the glow softened until it revealed the silhouette of a man descending the mountain path with measured steps.
His feet scarcely seemed to touch the earth. Each footfall produced no sound, yet wherever he passed, blades of grass bent as though acknowledging their sovereign before righting themselves once more.
The man appeared no older than someone who had lived through more than thirty winters. Snow-white hair cascaded loosely past his shoulders, catching the fire of lit torch until it shimmered like freshly fallen frost. Two elegant horns emerged from the top of his temples, sweeping gracefully backward in smooth arcs. They were nothing like the rough antlers of a stag nor the jagged protrusions of demons whispered about in folktales. Instead, they resembled polished ivory with the faintest iridescent hue beneath their surface, as though carved from moonlight itself.
His robes were fashioned in the ancient style, layered kosode of immaculate white beneath an outer mantle dyed in gradients of azure. Wide sleeves flowed with each step, trailing behind him like drifting mist, while an obi of deep indigo silk secured the garments at his waist, ornamented with jade that gleamed like fragments of still water.
Divinity clung to him as naturally as moonlight to the dusk. His face possessed a beauty that almost defied comprehension. Every feature seemed sculpted with unrivaled detail, perfectly balanced in a manner no mortal artisan could hope to replicate. Skin untouched by blemish held the faint translucence of fine porcelain kissed by morning light. Long white lashes cast delicate shadows across striking blue eyes unlike any Yuuji had ever seen.
Those irises were not merely blue. Within them lay the shifting hues of the boundless sky reflected upon an endless sea. At one moment they resembled the brilliant azure of summer heavens; the next, the unfathomable sapphire depths hidden beneath ocean waves. Immeasurable power rested within those eyes, vast enough to swallow kingdoms, yet tempered by an uncanny serenity born from centuries beyond counting.
Though he wore the shape of a man, there could be no mistaking what stood before them. The deity halted several paces before the torii gate, careful not to cross to the side where Yuuji and her entourage were, His gaze sweeping calmly over the assembly. He acknowledged neither the lavish offerings nor the rows of kneeling subjects who trembled beneath the weight of His presence. Instead, His attention settled upon a single figure.
Upon Yuuji.
For years, Yuuji had been taught how to properly present herself for this moment. Yet, when it really mattered, her brain refused to cooperate. She was too mesmerized by the figure before her. He looked ethereal, like He was the child of the moon.
The dragon regarded her in silence. Those fathomless blue eyes lingered upon her, quietly studying the woman promised to him before birth. His expression betrayed neither delight nor disappointment, neither approval nor displeasure. It was simply unreadable.
Only after several long moments did He speak. "Greetings, my bride."
The gentle voice startled Yuuji out of her reverie. She remembered to properly bow in submission. "Greetings, my lord husband."
The chilly breeze of midnight brushed past Yuuji's skin as the dragon spoke, "I extend my gratitude for delivering my bride safely. She is as radiant as the morning sun."
Wasuke, still prostrating on the ground, answered, "It is our pleasure to serve you, my lord. We pray that your union will bring prosperity and abundance to both you and our land."
The dragon let out a quiet laugh. "You should pray for such things. The child born from this union shall inherit your land one day, after all."
"Yes, my lord," Wasuke answered dutifully.
The dragon's gaze then shifted away from the village head and settled upon Yuuji.
"Rise, my wife," He commanded gently. "Come closer."
Obediently, Yuuji lifted herself from her bow. Her legs trembled slightly beneath her, though she could not tell whether it was from fear or awe. She had spent sixteen years preparing for this moment, yet no lesson, no prayer, and no story told by the villagers could have prepared her for the presence before her.
With every step, the sound of her sandals against the stone path seemed loud in the silence. The villagers remained bowed, unwilling to raise their heads before their god, leaving Yuuji as the only human standing before Him.
When she finally reached him, she understood why the old stories had always failed to describe Him. He was beautiful, but not in a way that belonged to humans. His features were too perfect, his eyes too bright, and the pressure of his presence too overwhelming to be mistaken for anything mortal.
The Dragon God looked down at her, his blue eyes reflecting the same color as the sky after a storm. Then, beneath the light of the divine moon and before the witnesses who had gathered at the foot of the mountain, he spoke.
"I, seiryuu, guardian of this mountain and protector of this land, accept Itadori Yuuji as my wife."
The moment the vow was spoken, the bells hanging from the shrine began to ring when no one had touched them. It was merely a sign that the Dragon God had accepted the offering and that the covenant had been fulfilled. And from that night onward, Itadori Yuuji no longer belonged only to the parents who had affectionately raised her, to her grandfather who had sincerely protected her.
She now belonged to the very being who had watched their home for centuries.
The dragon offered her His hand which she dutifully took to step even closer. His arm then slipped carefully beneath her knees while the other settled securely around her back, lifting her with an ease that made her feel lighter than silk. Yuuji instinctively caught herself by grasping the front of her husband's kosode. Embarrassment immediately flared across her face. She had expected to follow the dragon on foot, perhaps ascending the sacred mountain by the ancient stone path reserved for the deity alone. Never had she imagined she would be carried like this before the entire clan.
Moments ago, Yuuji was standing underneath the torii gate that separated her realm from her divine husband's, now she was floating toward the place his husband resided.
Her husband—though the word still felt strange within her thoughts—lowered her onto polished stone, waiting until Yuuji's feet were firmly planted before withdrawing His hands. The dragon's touch had remained steady throughout the journey.
She slowly raised her head. The cavern stretched so far into the mountain that its furthest reaches disappeared into tranquil darkness, yet no torch or brazier illuminated the immense chamber. Instead, the mountain itself seemed alive with light. Veins of luminous jade coursed naturally through the stone walls like rivers flowing beneath the earth, bathing everything in soft emerald radiance. A broad stream wound peacefully through the cavern, its waters so astonishingly clear that every smooth pebble resting upon the riverbed remained visible despite the depth. The stream emptied into a serene pool whose surface reflected the crystalline ceiling.
It was unlike any dwelling he had ever imagined. The shrine maidens had described the dragon's abode as a fearsome lair where treasures lay scattered amidst monstrous bones. Instead, this place possessed beauty of a sacred sanctuary untouched by human greed.
"I trust the journey caused you no discomfort." The dragon's calm voice drew Yuuji from her thoughts.
Turning quickly, she found the deity observing her. Removed from the solemnity of the ceremony and the many worshipers kneeling below the mountain, the dragon somehow appeared less distant. If Yuuji might be so bold, approachable, even.
Realizing she had allowed herself to stare, Yuuji hastily lowered into a respectful bow. "No, my lord. It was very pleasant."
A chuckle answered her. "There is no need for such stiffness. We are husband and wife, are we not? I find reverence rather dull. Please address me appropriately as a wife would a husband and not a devout would one's god."
"Forgive me, my lord husband," Yuuji apologized, meeting the gaze of those tantalizing blue eyes.
Yuuji's husband waved His hand in a gesture for Yuuji not to worry. "There is nothing to forgive. We merely need to get accustomed to one another."
"I simply wished I wouldn't disappoint you, my lord," Yuuji admitted.
"You are not a disappointment. I find myself enraptured by your beauty." The dragon regarded Yuuji with a small smile. "My name is Satoru. You may address me by my name."
A faint blush adorned Yuuji's face. "You have my gratitude," Yuuji paused, looking at her husband nervously. "Satoru."
The smile on her husband's face widened. He cradled Yuuji's face with his hand, it was a rather big hand that it could fit her entire face. "You are a sweet thing, are you not?"
The next thing Yuuji knew was that there were lips on her, soft and gentle, but before she could react, Satoru withdrew.
"Was that your first kiss, little wife?" Satoru asked, there was a glint in his eyes that Yuuji guessed as nothing but amusement. At Yuuji's nod, her husband looked pleased. "Let's head to bed, my dear. It is our wedding night, after all."
The dragon led Yuuji deeper into the cave until they reached its innermost chamber. Unlike the rugged tunnels she had expected, the room had been carefully prepared as living quarters. At its center rested a neatly arranged sleeping pallet atop pristine tatami, layered with quilts of deep blue silk. Turning to face her, the dragon gave a small gesture toward the bedding.
"Lie down," he instructed.
Yuuji lowered her head in acknowledgment before quietly crossing the room. Without a word of protest, she knelt beside the sleeping pallet and settled herself upon it, folding her hands neatly over her lap. She had been raised to obey her husband, and on the very first night of their marriage, she had no intention of doing otherwise.
Satoru approached her with merely a few strides. His gaze traveled over the many layers of ceremonial robes Yuuji still wore. They were garments intended for ritual and special occasion befitting of a noble lady, beautiful in their craftsmanship yet cumbersome in their weight. Satoru rested his hand lightly upon the outermost layer of Yuuji's kosode, but made no move to loosen it.
Instead, he looked into Yuuji's eyes. "May I?"
Yuuji felt the heat return to her cheeks. Though embarrassed, she found no pressure in Satoru's gaze. Yuuji gave a small nod despite the fluttering in her heart. At her silent permission, Satoru's fingers moved unhurriedly. One by one, he loosened the carefully tied cords securing the ceremonial robes, easing away each layer with reverence. Layer after layer slipped away until the final garment was set neatly beside the others, leaving Yuuji vulnerable beneath the dragon's gaze.
"You have grown quite into the blossom that I knew you'd be," Satoru mused the moment Yuuji was laid bare.
The heat upon her cheeks flared. "You flatter me, husband."
Satoru's smile softened as he shifted forward, gently parting Yuuji's legs only enough to settle comfortably between them. The dragon lean closer until another tender kiss found his lips. His eyes fluttered closed almost of their own accord.
The gentle rhythm of Satoru's lips against hers was strangely captivating, stirring a warmth within Yuuji that seemed to bloom from somewhere deep beneath her ribs. It fluttered through her like the first breeze of spring after a long winter. Without conscious thought, her arms rose to encircle the dragon's neck, her fingers gathering lightly in the soft fabric at Satoru's shoulders as though instinct alone urged her to remain close.
When Satoru's tongue lightly traced the seam of her lips, Yuuji let out a quiet gasp before she could stop her. Her lips parted with the sound, and Satoru accepted the unspoken invitation, deepening the kiss. There was no haste in his movements, as though he wished to acquaint himself with every hesitant response Yuuji offered while ensuring his wife never felt overwhelmed.
A shiver coursed through Yuuji from head to toe. No one had ever told her that a kiss could feel like this—that something so seemingly simple could leave her thoughts pleasantly scattered and her heart pounding so insistently against her ribs. The shrine maidens had spoken endlessly of duty, yet never once had they mentioned that intimacy could awaken a longing simply to remain within another's embrace.
One of Satoru's hands traced a path downward, his fingertips gliding lightly over warm skin in an affectionate caress. Satoru lightly squeeze the swell of her chest, the gentle contact drew an involuntary breath from Yuuji—another of her gasp was swallowed by Satoru's waiting mouth. However, the moment Satoru's thumb rubbed circles around her nipple, Yuuji never knew that she could be unraveled by such a small bud.
Yuuji did not know what kind of sounds she was making. All of them were hastily swallowed by Satoru whose tongue had been invading her mouth. The kiss had turned from one of gentleness into one that was rather dirty. His fingers, too, were actively teasing her sensitive nipple; pinching it between two fingers.
Pleasure gathered at her core, manifesting in the form of wetness in between her legs. Satoru's robe had also been rubbing against that sensitive part of her, making this tingly sensation on her skin like an itch she couldn't quite reach.
When her husband broke apart, Yuuji had become a panting mess. Her breath was stolen from her. And she was certain that after all the squirming, the intricate details of her hair had grown loose with no semblance to its original state.
"I do not think I will ever tire in enjoying you, my sweet little wife," Satoru announced. His lips were glistening with Yuuji's spit.
"Mmh?" Yuuji attempted to reply, but her tongue felt heavy in her mouth.
Satoru smiled at her, showing her the series of teeth that he has. "You react well to my venom. I did not think it would be this fast acting."
Upon hearing the word 'venom', panic flared inside Yuuji, but her husband remained calm. He gave her breast another squeeze. "Worry not, my little tigress. It is not meant to kill you. It merely functions to get you to relax so you will be able to take me."
True to his words, Yuuji did feel her body started to feel more relaxed although she did feel significantly warmer, like her nerves were on fire from the inside. Her sex continued to produce something, and she had never felt something akin to this before.
Amidst her haze, she failed to notice when her husband took the garments off his body. Yuuji had never seen a man's body in person before. The only reference she had was the drawings that the shrine maidens showed her during her lessons. She did not expect for her husband to possess two massive cocks between his legs.
"Do you understand now why the help of my venom was necessary, little wife?" Satoru asked, and Yuuji thought she nodded her head because her husband continued, "perhaps after a few times, you'll get accustomed to my cocks that you wouldn't need my venom anymore."
"Nn," Yuuji mumbled incoherently. Her brain had turned into cotton.
Satoru only laughed before latching his mouth on her supple breast, sucking on it like a babe would their mother. Yuuji moaned, something lewd and dirty that she didn't know she had. The dragon's hand traveled south, toward the core of her pleasure. His fingers teased at the folds, spreading the wetness to her inner thighs. Before Yuuji knew, he slipped one finger into her. Her back arched from the sensation, pushing her chest into Satoru's ready mouth. Satoru's tongue swirled around her nipple, while the finger began thrusting in and out of her. It was such an assault on her senses.
The finger inside her became two, and then it became three. Satoru's mouth had moved from one breast to another. The three fingers thrusting and widening inside her were new. Yuuji had never thought that she could feel pleasure from having that part of her filled. She had never dared to touch that part of her body aside from cleaning it. The shrine maidens were strict in their reminder that Yuuji's body had never belonged to her; it was her husband's, and only her husband had the right to touch her.
Soon, the pleasure that had been swirling in her lower stomach simply had turned too much for her to bear. Merely by the ghost of touch of Satoru's thumb on the little sensitive bud between her folds she could come undone. Yuuji let out a drawn-out moan. There was trickle of something out of her cunt, slowed only by the three fingers plugged in.
"Such a good little wife you are," Satoru cooed. He pulled his fingers out of her only to bring it to his mouth as if savoring her taste. "You taste like the divine. There is a faint trace of him. It is amusing."
Him who? Yuuji would ask if she was not too pleasure-addled.
"I shall try to be as gentle as I am able."
It was perhaps the only caution Satoru gave her before he lifted both of Yuuji's legs upward, folding Yuuji into a half with a firm grip on her hips. One of his cocks speared her open. It was massive, much bigger compared to the fingers that he made her took earlier. However, she was rather fortunate that she was not able to feel any ounce of pain. Her husband's venom was truly potent as the only thing gathering in her core was pleasure. His other cock rested comfortably against her buttock like a promise.
The moment the dragon thrust into her, all thoughts simply left her mind. It was but a blurred haze. Her cunt throbbed in time with her rapidly thrumming pulse. Being folded such as this made her husband's cock penetrated deeper than what was thought to be humanly possible. Yuuji had turned into a shamble, alternating between crying and moaning. Above him, Satoru chanted all the praises that only added to Yuuji's growing maelstrom.
At one particular hard thrust, the head of Satoru's cock pressed forward against a barrier that Yuuji distantly thought as her womb. When there should be excruciating pain, in its place was a pleasure that rolled through her as she reached another peak. Distantly, she was aware of something or rather, several somethings, being passed past that barrier; thick and heavy that her stomach swelled.
"Three is such an extraordinary number, my precious wife," Satoru mused, pulling his cock out of Yuuji with a hiss. "You look even more breathtaking now that you are carrying my clutch."
Yuuji did not feel empty for long because her husband soon filled her with his other cock while his spent one was comfortably resting on top of her sex, occasionally rubbing against the sensitive bud that only enhanced the buzz she was feeling. Satoru's second cock was considerably smaller compared to the first one although it was the same in length, but she felt filled up just the same.
"P-please…" Yuuji managed to croak despite her heavy tongue.
"Yeah, little wife?" Satoru asked in between his panting. "What are you asking of me?"
Tears were streaming down Yuuji's face. It was too much but at the same time it was not enough. "More…"
Her husband chuckled. "Of course, my little blossom. I shall spill my seed into you to nourish our eggs soon."
And true to his words, Satoru's pace turned relentless, thrusting in and out of Yuuji as though he was chasing a prey. The sound of skin against skin reverberated throughout the cave. It was obscenely loud, most especially accompanied by the occasional grunting from Satoru and perpetual moaning from Yuuji. After a few thrusts, Satoru stilled; spilling his seed past the narrow passage of Yuuji's womb. And like a true devout, she followed soon after.
Satoru then pulled away, and Yuuji could feel the trickle of wetness oozing out of her sex. She had no knowledge of whether it was her husband's excess seed or her own slick. Her husband still looked divine, as though he did not just breed her intensely. He looked as flawless as he had looked the first time Yuuji laid his eyes upon him. Meanwhile, she was certain that she did not share the same picture.
Satoru rested a warm hand upon her abdomen, his touch feather light as he slowly traced comforting circles through the fabric draped over her. A contented smile curved his lips. "They will be perfect."
Yuuji followed his gaze before lowering her own, admiring the soon-to-be little bundle of joy of her own.
"You must be tired," Satoru continued. "Rest for now."
Before she could answer, Satoru reached for a folded cloth and dipped it into the basin of warm water that had somehow appeared beside the sleeping pallet. Steam curled gently into the cool air of the chamber. He wrung out the cloth with practiced ease before returning to her side.
"May I?"
Yuuji gave a small nod.
Satoru dabbed the damp cloth against her skin, wiping away the traces of the evening without haste. Once he had finished, Satoru draped a soft blue quilt over her shoulders and tucked it around her, making certain no cool mountain air could reach her. Only then did he settle beside her, drawing her into the safety of his embrace.
Resting against his chest, Yuuji listened to the steady rhythm of Satoru's heartbeat. It was strangely comforting for someone who had once imagined the Dragon God to be a distant and fearsome deity. The warmth surrounding her, coupled with the exhaustion that weighed upon her body, slowly lulled her toward sleep.
Just as consciousness began to slip away, she heard Satoru's quiet voice murmur above her.
"I do wonder how remarkable our children will become," he mused, absentmindedly stroking her hair. "A dragon's blood entwined with that of my oldest rival..."
A soft laugh rumbled in his chest.
"If I should ever cross paths with Sukuna again," Satoru said with amusement in his voice, "I may very well thank him for leaving behind a descendant as extraordinary as you."
Yuuji was too sleepy to make sense of his words. She only nestled a little closer, soothed by the warmth of his embrace, before sleep finally claimed her.