Deep within the hidden village of the Special Fighters, where ancient trees hid training grounds wrapped in glowing veils of energy, the sound of silver threads slicing through the air echoed like sharp bells.
Yuna moved with deadly grace. Her long black hair whipped behind her as she practiced. Silver strands of her Special Art danced around her fingers like living moonlight — binding, cutting, healing, destroying. She flowed from village-style combat forms into her own unique technique without pause, sweat glistening on her forehead despite the cool morning air.
Three years.
Three long years and you're still breathing somewhere out there, Kanashimi.
She spun, launching a barrage of silver threads that wrapped around a training dummy and shredded it into pieces in an instant.
Framing or not… the evidence was clear. You touched another woman. You betrayed everything we were supposed to be. Our marriage. Our promises. The future we were going to build together.
A senior fighter came rushing into the training ground, slightly out of breath, his face flushed.
"Hey, Yun— Yuna!"
Yuna stopped mid-motion, the silver threads dissolving into sparkles around her. She turned, breathing steadily, and bowed respectfully.
"Senior Kanji. What's the issue?"
Kanji scratched the back of his head, looking nervous. He was a tall, broad-shouldered fighter a few years older than her, known for his strength but clearly not for smooth talking.
"Hey Yu… Yuna… like… you are single now and Kanashimi Oketo might be… de—"
Yuna's eyes sharpened instantly. She cut him off, voice cold and flat.
"If you are here to ask me to marry you, then the answer is no."
Kanji blinked, then waved his hands quickly. "Yeah, I was… and your father said I should come and—"
Yuna interrupted again, sharper this time, though her voice stayed eerily calm.
"Yeah… I will not let Kanashimi stay alive. But that doesn't mean I stopped loving him."
The words hung in the air like a blade that had just been drawn.
Kanji froze, clearly uncomfortable. He mumbled something about "understood" and quickly bowed before hurrying away, leaving Yuna alone once more in the training ground.
She stood still for a long moment, silver energy flickering faintly at her fingertips.
Love…
What a stupid, stubborn word.
Inside her chest, two feelings warred like clashing techniques.
I hate you, Kanashimi Oketo.
You were my husband. My partner since we were eleven. I trusted you with everything. I believed we would grow strong together, protect the village, raise a family… maybe even have a little brother like Haru for our own someday.
Her hands clenched into fists. The silver threads around her tightened violently, cracking the ground beneath her feet.
But you threw it all away. You let your hands touch someone else. You made me look like a fool in front of the entire village. The shame… the whispers… I still hear them every single day.
She closed her eyes, and for a brief second, a softer memory slipped through — Kanashimi's quiet smile when they trained together as kids, the way he would secretly leave extra sweets for her after tough sessions, how he once promised in a shaky voice, "I'll always protect you, Yuna… even if I'm not the strongest."
Damn you…
Even now, after everything, a part of me still loves that stupid, gentle boy who used to blush when I held his hand.
But the man who betrayed me? I want him dead.
Yuna opened her eyes, the warmth in them gone. They burned with cold fury instead.
Run as much as you want, Kanashimi.
Hide in whatever pathetic normal life you've built.
But you can't hide forever.
One day, I'll find you. And when I do… I'll be the one to end it.
Because if I can't have the Kanashimi I loved… then no one else will have the monster you became.
She raised her hand. Silver threads exploded outward in a beautiful yet terrifying spiral, slicing through multiple training dummies at once.
The training ground fell silent again, except for the soft rustle of leaves.
Yuna whispered to the empty air, voice barely audible:
"I still love you… and I hate you for making me feel this way."
Back in the normal city, far away from the hidden village's glowing training grounds, the bell of Moonlit Brew rang softly as the morning rush slowly picked up.
Kanashimi stood behind the counter, mechanically steaming milk for a customer's latte. His hands moved with practiced ease, but his mind was thousands of miles away — lost in memories he could never quite silence.
Yuna…
Even the name felt like a warm blade pressing against his heart.
I still love you. I never stopped.
He remembered the way her long black hair would catch the sunlight when they trained together as kids. How she would scold him with a pout whenever he got distracted, then secretly smile when she thought he wasn't looking. The soft warmth of her hand when she held his at eleven years old — both of them nervous, both of them promising silently to face the future together.
You were always so strong. So bright. Your silver threads danced like moonlight… beautiful and gentle, even when they cut through enemies.
A quiet regret twisted deep inside him as he poured the foam art on top of the coffee — a simple leaf pattern today.
I should have stayed. I should have fought harder to prove my innocence instead of running.
But when I saw the hatred in your eyes that night… when you looked at me like I was a monster… I couldn't bear it. I was scared. Scared that if I stayed, they would take Haru too.
He placed the finished latte on the counter with a small bow to the customer.
Every morning when I wake Haru up, I wonder what kind of big sister you would have been to him. Would you have laughed at his silly puddle jumps? Would you have taught him how to control his Special Energy when it wakes up one day?
Kanashimi's fingers tightened slightly around the next cup.
If I could go back… I would have dragged you with me. Or stayed and faced everything together. Anything but leaving you behind with all that pain and anger.
You deserved better than a husband who ran away like a coward.
He glanced out the café window at the gray sky, the same color as the morning he fled with a crying one-year-old Haru in his arms.
I still love you, Yuna. Even if you hate me now. Even if you're training every day to kill me.
That love is the only thing that hasn't changed in these three years.
And it hurts… because I know I'm the one who broke us.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he started preparing the next order. The café was getting busier, but to Kanashimi, the world felt quieter than ever.
One day… if we ever meet again, I hope I can at least tell you the truth before you end me.
Even if you don't believe me… I just want you to know I never stopped loving you.
He forced a small, professional smile as another customer approached the counter.
"Welcome… what can I get started for you today?"
But inside, the regret kept whispering the same painful truth:
I miss you, Yuna. More than anything.