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The Samurai Princess And The Dragon Samurai

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In a world torn by conflict between humans and demons, fate weaves its threads between different souls — each bearing a mysterious past and walking a path chosen by will… or by force. Our story follows Asami, a young woman of twenty-one, belonging to the noble and renowned Iruma clan. She is bright, graceful, and full of life — her beauty lies not only in her appearance but in the radiance of her presence. She embodies a mesmerizing contradiction — strength and gentleness, light and shadow, dream and reality. On the other side stands Ryo, the supreme commander of the armies that fight against demons — a calm and stern man with an aura of commanding authority. He lives between leadership and battle, suppressing all emotions. But behind that composed exterior lies a storm — a man burdened by a past no one knows, a warrior who has long seen himself as nothing more than a weapon that must remain drawn. When their paths intertwine, it is no ordinary meeting — two opposing worlds collide: hers, vibrant and full of life, and his, consumed by endless wars. Amid danger and chaos, a complex connection begins to form — one of curiosity, respect, and something else neither can yet define. They soon find themselves facing not only the world… but each other. Are their encounters mere coincidence — or has fate already woven a bond neither of them can escape?
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Chapter 1 - Ch1: Harbour ..

Amidst the bustling chaos of the crowded market and beneath the gentle warmth of the sun, she ran like a madwoman—her breath ragged, her golden eyes wide with terror.

Her traditional red hanfu fluttered wildly behind her, while the white pants she wore allowed her to move with ease.

Her long-necked boots struck the ground hard with each step, and her black scarf danced in the wind.

Her long braid, tied at the end with a large white ribbon, swayed as she dashed through the streets, her golden-brown hair gleaming under the sunlight.

The pupils of her golden eyes shimmered like stars whenever the light touched them.

She clutched a medium-sized bag in her right hand, while her sheathed sword swung at her waist—it wasn't the right time to use it.

People's gazes followed her, puzzled and concerned, unaware of the reason behind her panic—until they saw the men chasing her.

Rebels.

Their faces were twisted with fury, their eyes filled with savagery.

They waved sharp swords and daggers, shoving everything in their path aside, shouting threats that made the crowd's curiosity turn to alarm.

Some fled the streets, while others stood frozen, watching in suspense.

She turned right—then left—vaulted over obstacles, climbed over wooden carts and leapt off them with agile grace, then slid beneath another to escape their grasp.

Her heart thundered violently—but she didn't stop.

Then, in a split second, more men emerged from the side alleys, blocking her path and surrounding her completely.

Her steps slowed for a heartbeat as she studied the situation in panic and dread.

There was only one option left—

Fight!

They raised their weapons toward her, but she dodged—here, there, and even rolled under a swing.

One nearly impaled her, but she flipped backward, narrowly avoiding the strike.

She kept running, leaping over crates and darting between people with the lightness of a breeze, while her pursuers—feral and relentless—charged after her.

Sliding, weaving, sprinting through the crowd like a feather caught in the wind, she gasped out in fear,

whispering to herself over and over:

> "The port… the port… I have to reach it before the last ship departs…"

She ran and ran—an arrow in a storm—

until the vast harbor finally stretched out before her eyes.

She reached the edge at last…

but time was faster than her.

The ship had already set sail, now several meters away from the shore.

Panting, she stood frozen, her eyes locked desperately on the departing ship.

Her shoulders sagged in defeat; her golden eyes filled with sorrow as she whispered,

> "Perhaps… this is the end…"

---

On the ship,

a young man stood by the railing, calmly reading a book.

He wore an exceptionally wide black scarf wrapped over his head, neck, and shoulders, cloaking him in an aura of quiet darkness.

He didn't lift his gaze—only turned a page with deliberate stillness.

Beside him, a composed voice laced with subtle irony broke the silence:

> "Patrol number forty through Tokyo, and not a single crime to be found. My confusion grows by the day.

It's been nine years now, and still—nothing."

The hooded man gave no reply.

His companion sighed, staring out toward the land, while the reader turned another page.

Beneath the scarf's shadow, his gray-blue eyes gleamed faintly—

as if hiding a deep, secret ocean.

Silence lingered—broken only by the sound of waves below and the cries of seagulls above.

Then the talkative one leaned on the railing beside him and grinned.

> "What are you reading, my friend?"

The scarfed man replied in a calm, firm tone,

> "A new book I bought here—by the great writer Haruwitsuki. It's called Under the Sunlight."

His friend chuckled,

> "Of course you read the dedication first!"

The reader nodded steadily.

> "Naturally. But it was the strangest dedication I've ever seen."

> "Strangest? How so?"

The man lifted his gaze toward the sky, his calm, handsome face glowing under the sun's warmth.

He recited softly,

> "To Princess Iruma,

Princess of Integrity and Grace,

I dedicate this book and all that is within it.

You inspired its title.

Thank you, Princess Iruma."

The friend blinked, surprised.

> "Iruma?! Isn't that the name of that huge merchant clan?"

> "Indeed."

The talkative one pondered deeply, then said with excitement,

> "I've heard of her—Princess Iruma! They say she's incredibly beautiful and pure-hearted!

I imagine she's around thirty-five, with long black hair, kind eyes, and a serene, wise face…"

He leaned closer, curious.

> "I wonder what she really looks like?"

No answer.

He studied his quiet friend for a moment, then asked,

> "Does that dream of yours still haunt you, my friend?"

The scarfed man turned his eyes skyward again, watching the soaring birds.

> "It does," he murmured.

His friend sighed softly.

> "Is that why you wear the scarf? Because of your sorrow?"

But before the reader could answer, his sharp eyes caught sight of movement on the shore—

the girl who had just arrived, breathless, panicked, collapsing at the edge of the dock, staring at the departing ship.

Moments later, the men chasing her appeared—

laughing cruelly, surrounding her like vultures.

She trembled in fear. Before she could turn, they grabbed her arms and slammed her to the ground.

Her jaw struck the dirt hard, pain tearing through her.

The scarfed man's expression darkened as he watched from afar, his cold eyes narrowing.

One of the thugs sneered down at her,

> "Did you really think you could escape us?"

Tears streamed down her face, soaking the ground beneath her.

She shut her eyes tightly, her face twisted with anguish and helpless rage.

Then, cutting through the hostile crowd, a young man appeared—fierce, sword raised high.

The mob stepped aside in respect, except for the ones pinning her down.

On the ship, the smiling chatterbox and the scarfed man both watched intently.

A faint, ominous glimmer flickered beneath the shadow of the reader's scarf.

> "We don't see things like this often," the talkative one murmured. "Do we, my book-loving friend?"

No reply. Only silent observation.

> "Poor girl," he whispered. "No one will save her."

He frowned thoughtfully.

> "She doesn't look like a thief… and it's no public execution either…

We finished our patrol and found no trouble—so what's going on?"

---

On the shore,

the furious man barked,

> "Asami, surrender and come back with me!

We can live peacefully together. We'll marry, and everything will be fine."

Asami's voice shook with defiance,

> "Never!

I'd rather die than see my uncle's face again—or marry his deceitful son.

Go to hell!"

His eyes blazed with rage as he roared,

> "Then die!"

He forced her head down, sword raised—

but before the blade could fall, a piercing arrow struck his shoulder.

He screamed, dropping the sword into the water.

On the ship, the smiling youth exclaimed,

> "Nice shot! Your archery's improving fast—combining the bow with your sword training is paying off!"

The reader silently nocked another arrow, narrowing his eyes like a hawk.

The attackers panicked, rushing toward their wounded leader—

only for more arrows to strike, one by one.

They all fell, crying out in pain.

Asami stared in shock as her captors collapsed around her.

Before she could react, a tall figure appeared beside her—

the scarfed man.

He grabbed her by the back of the head and said flatly,

> "You wanted to board the ship, didn't you? …

Then go."

He lifted her easily—and hurled her through the air.

She screamed, flying toward the ship—

and was caught safely by the smiling youth.

He grinned at her.

> "Welcome aboard!"

Still shaking, she stammered,

> "Th-thank you… for saving me…!"

He waved a hand dismissively and walked away, opening his book again as if nothing had happened.

She watched in stunned silence, whispering,

> "I… survived…"

> "Enjoy your trip!" the cheerful one called out.

She turned, bowing gratefully,

> "Thank you—for catching me!"

He waved her off with a bright grin, heading back to his stoic friend.

From the railing, Asami gazed back at the men writhing in pain on the dock.

Their leader glared up at her, shouting in fury,

> "ASAMIIIIIIII!!!"

She exhaled in relief.

> "I made it… thank goodness…"

Then, looking back toward her city with sadness, she whispered,

> "Today, I leave my home behind… farewell."

> "We'll reach Osaka Port in two days!"

someone shouted from behind.

She nodded thoughtfully.

> "I'll have to go farther… to Kyoto."

She sits down and opens her bag, taking out a blanket that she wraps tightly around herself like a cocoon no one could break through.

She closes her eyes—and soon, she's fast asleep.

Hours later…

Noise stirs around her. She opens her eyes, annoyed, to find everyone disembarking from the ship.

She hastily gathers her things, exclaiming with excitement,

> "We've arrived!"

Carrying her bag, she runs eagerly toward the stairs, descending along with the other passengers.

She asks around about the train station that would take her to Kyoto, and after a few directions from kind strangers—she finally finds it.

By then, the two young men had already boarded the train ahead of her.

She steps onto the train after them, feeling lost and uneasy.

Sitting alone, she hugs her bag tightly, as if what's inside were the most precious thing in her entire life, and gazes out the window, her eyes heavy with sadness.

Two hours later, the train arrives at its destination.

She steps off, standing tall and steady on solid ground, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she looks around with excitement.

Then she begins to walk, exploring everything she sees.

Meanwhile, a few meters away, beside the same train—

the handsome young man smiles as he steps onto the platform.

> "We've finally arrived.

We must prepare to return to the army tomorrow."

The book reader replies calmly, steadily,

> "I'll spend today searching for new books before I return tomorrow to fulfill my duties.

I want to enjoy reading a little."

His friend smiles deeply, saying,

> "Very well then… safe travels."

The two part ways.

---

In the streets, Asami wanders, exploring the world around her.

She enters shop after shop, asking for work—

but no one hires her. Every place turns her away.

As the sun begins to set, she realizes she hasn't found an inn to stay in either.

She exhales, defeated, sitting on her toes, eyes downcast.

> "Father left me some money," she murmurs sadly.

"But it'll run out soon…

I have to find a job—and somewhere to live.

I can't believe I've become… homeless.

How much my life has changed…"

She looks around again, determined, then rises to continue her search for work.

But as night falls—she still finds nothing.

Behind an old building, she breaks down, sobbing uncontrollably.

> "Mother… Fatherrrr…

Come back to me!

I can't find a place… or a job…

Ahhhh—ahhhhhh!!

I'm… all alone…"

Her cries echo through the empty streets.

Tears stream down her face as she wipes them away with trembling hands.

She resumes walking aimlessly through the street—like a lost child with nowhere to go in this cruel, indifferent world.

Darkness spreads its dominion across every corner, yet the moon stands high above—as if refusing to abandon her.

Its pale light follows her, illuminating her lonely path, keeping her company in the silence.

Then suddenly, from afar, she notices a faint orange glow—candlelight flickering through a shop window.

Her heart leaps.

She runs toward it, quickly sliding open the door.

A small bell rings beautifully as she enters, the metal chime gently tapping against the glass dome hanging from the ceiling—announcing her arrival.

Without turning around, a woman's voice calls out while wiping the tables with focus and care:

> "We just closed, sir.

Please come back tomorrow."

There's no reply.

The woman straightens, turning in surprise to see Asami standing there. Her brows furrow in confusion.

Asami fidgets nervously and says shyly,

> "Ma'am… I'm looking for an inn—and a job.

Would you happen to have either…?"

The woman's eyes widen. Then, to Asami's shock, she cries out joyfully,

> "I DO!!"

Asami jumps, startled.

The woman calls out excitedly,

> "Darliiiiing!"

A man hurries out from the kitchen, confused.

> "What is it, my dear?"

The woman, brimming with delight, exclaims,

> "Look! This girl came looking for work and a place to stay!

Oh, what a lucky day for us!

And she's so beautiful and charming too!"

Asami blushes, uneasy, while the man gasps in excitement.

> "Truly?! Finally!

The burden will be lighter at last!"

Asami stares blankly, overwhelmed.

> "What's… happening exactly?"

The couple rush over with bright smiles, seating her gently at a table, and sit across from her.

The woman beams.

> "I'm Yukiko, and this is my husband, Haruto.

It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Asami smiles awkwardly.

> "A pleasure to meet you too… I'm Asami."

They both exclaim together,

> "What a beautiful name!"

Yukiko smiles warmly.

> "I always wished I had a daughter as lovely as you—so I could give her a beautiful name like that.

But… I can't have children.

So, from now on, you're our daughter."

Haruto nods eagerly.

> "Yes, yes! Absolutely!"

Asami's inner thoughts whirl in confusion.

What's going on here?

How are they this comfortable with a stranger already?

And why am I suddenly their daughter?!

Yukiko continues cheerfully,

> "As you can see, we run a large restaurant—with an inn upstairs.

We bake pastries, make drinks, sweets, and cakes.

We get a lot of customers every day, and we do everything ourselves.

No one ever comes to work with us—until now!

So we'd love to have you.

We'll give you the last vacant room upstairs for free—you can stay there permanently.

And of course, we'll pay you well.

Your food and drink are on us.

What do you say?"

Asami's face lights up with joy.

> "Thank you so much! That's perfect for me!

But… why would you do all this for me?"

Haruto shrugs casually,

> "No particular reason.

We just welcome you—that's all."

Asami blinks in confusion, unsure what to make of their kindness.

Yukiko claps her hands happily.

> "Come, Asami dear! Let's go see your room."

Asami nods eagerly,

> "Yes, le—"

But before she can finish, her stomach growls loudly.

The room falls silent.

Asami stares down in embarrassment, her face turning red, while the couple looks at her, surprised—

then she laughs nervously, scratching her cheek.

---

Moments later, they serve her food and drink with warm smiles and genuine joy.

As she eats, she thinks to herself,

Everything happened so fast…

But I feel… safe.

And happy.

They almost feel like… family.

Asami follows Yukiko upstairs, smiling with delight.

They climb to the top floor together, walking to the end of the hallway.

Yukiko, smiling gently:

> "I'm sorry, dear.

The only vacant room is on the top floor.

There are only three rooms here — and just one is available, the one you'll be staying in."

Asami, smiling with contentment:

> "No, really, that's perfectly fine.

Thank you, Yukiko-san."

Yukiko, still cheerful:

> "You're lucky, you know. Your neighbors are two wonderful people!"

Asami looks at her curiously, and Yukiko continues with a playful grin:

> "The one next to your room is an old man — very wise and calm.

And across from you... there's a young man — quiet, noble, strong... and sooo handsome!"

She giggles mischievously.

> "You'll meet them yourself, Asami-chan.

Now, I'll leave you to rest.

Oh, right — work starts tomorrow at eight in the morning.

Sleep well, dear."

Yukiko walks off cheerfully, while Asami enters her room with a satisfied smile.

A small table against the wall, a chair beside it, a bed, a little wardrobe, and a simple window near the bedside.

The room is neat and cozy.

Her smile widens in relief as she throws herself onto the bed with sleepy joy.

> "This feels like heaven... Thank goodness…"

She falls into a deep, peaceful sleep, hugging her pillow like a child.

---

The next morning.

Asami's eyes snap open.

She jumps up, straightens her clothes, washes her face, and gets ready to go out.

Opening the door, she hurries downstairs with excitement — where Yukiko and Haruto greet her with bright smiles.

Together:

> "Good morning!"

She replies eagerly:

> "Good morning! I'll clean the floors, wipe the tables, and arrange the chairs and cloths!"

Yukiko, smiling warmly:

> "You're so energetic! I'll help you, dear."

Asami grabs a broom and starts sweeping, humming a little tune as she works. Yukiko laughs softly at her liveliness.

Then Haruto calls out:

> "Asami-chan, breakfast first! Come on, come on!"

They all sit together at the table.

Asami joins them shyly, eating in silence at first — but as the two laugh together, her heart tightens with quiet sorrow.

Mother… Father… I miss you both.

I miss us sharing a meal together…

Yukiko, puzzled:

> "Come on, Asami, eat up."

She starts eating timidly.

Then Haruto, curious, asks:

> "So, what's your story, Asami-chan?"

Asami smiles faintly, her tone calm yet heavy:

> "My family's home burned down a month ago.

My parents… they died in the fire.

I only survived because I wasn't there that day.

The fire was deliberate — my uncle did it.

He's been after me ever since, trying to force me to marry his son… or kill me.

So, I ran away and came here."

Both Yukiko and Haruto widen their eyes in shock.

Yukiko, worried:

> "Why would your uncle do such a thing? Why burn your home?"

Asami, sadly:

> "I don't know… maybe because of my strength… or something else.

My parents refused to marry me off to his son, Yoshi — he's cruel and evil.

So my uncle destroyed everything.

When I told the police, no one believed me.

Even though our clan is well-known, my uncle is powerful — wealthy, with vast influence.

Most of the police work for him.

I couldn't prove anything… so I decided to escape the city entirely."

A heavy silence falls.

Yukiko sighs softly:

> "That's terrible… so you can't go back."

Haruto, rubbing his chin thoughtfully:

> "Which means… you might still be in danger here.

Your uncle could send people to find you."

Asami nods quietly.

Yukiko, regretful:

> "So… your clan must be one of the big, famous families in Japan?"

Asami nods again:

> "Yes… I'm from the Iruma Clan."

Their eyes widen in pure shock.

Together, they exclaim:

> "The Iruma Clan!?"

Yukiko, stunned:

> "That's one of the Five Great Clans of Japan!

The Iruma family is known for its trade empire — founded by Lord Iruma himself, who had eight children: five sons and three daughters.

Which one are you descended from, Asami?"

Asami, a little unsure:

> "I'm the daughter of the youngest son… Minato."

Haruto, softly, with sympathy:

> "That's incredible… but so tragic.

Still, you have us now — we're your new family."

Asami, flustered:

> "Why are you being so kind to me… even though we just met?"

Yukiko, smiling tenderly:

> "Didn't I tell you? We can't have children.

We always wished for a daughter — and now, we've been blessed with one as beautiful as you.

You're our daughter now!"

Asami blushes faintly, smiling shyly.

> "Thank you, Yukiko-san.

I truly appreciate your kindness.

But… I may have to leave soon — tomorrow or the day after.

Yoshi's still looking for me, and he might find me here.

I came to Kyoto for a reason… but I changed my mind.

I'll just work for a while — until I figure out where to go next."

Haruto, firm and resolute:

> "We'll protect you.

Do you know where you are, Asami?

This is Kyoto — the headquarters of the Anti-Demon Forces.

If you ask for their help, they'll answer.

And we won't let anyone touch you.

So stay with us!"

Asami looks at him, deeply moved, her eyes shimmering.

Yukiko smiles warmly:

> "That's right, dear. Don't worry — you have a family now."

Asami smiles back softly:

> "Thank you… truly."

Haruto, raising his teacup with enthusiasm:

> "Yes! You'll be safe here — and besides, you have a very strong neighbor upstairs. He could help if needed."

Asami raises a brow curiously:

> "And who might that be…?"

Yukiko, giggling proudly:

> "Ah, you'll see soon enough.

He's not the most social person, but he's noble, calm, and powerful — just as I said."

Before Asami can ask further, the sound of a customer entering breaks the moment.

She quickly stands, smiling brightly:

> "Alright then — let's get to work!"

The couple smiles happily, and Asami begins her first day at her new job.

A man descends the staircase — refined and dignified, wearing a formal military uniform that radiates elegance and authority. His appearance is striking: handsome, poised, and composed, carrying two swords sheathed at his sides.

His very presence speaks of strength and discipline.

He walks with steady, unwavering steps.

His hair — long, black as midnight — is tied neatly up, with soft bangs framing his face.

His eyes are sharp, intense, almost intimidating.

He doesn't smile. His expression is cold, focused, and unreadable.

As he reaches the ground floor, he greets Yukiko and Haruto in a calm, steady tone:

> "Good morning."

Meanwhile, Asami stands a bit farther away, her back turned to them as she cleans with cheerful energy, humming a bright tune aloud.

Yukiko beams with joy.

> "Ryo!!!

Good morning!

Are you heading to work already?!"

Ryo replies quietly,

> "Yes."

Haruto, surprised:

> "Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

Ryo shakes his head slightly and answers evenly,

> "No. I must reach headquarters quickly — there's much work to do today."

He then notices the girl in the distance — singing as she cleans, unaware of his presence. His eyes narrow in mild curiosity. Yukiko notices his expression and quickly explains with excitement:

> "Oh, her? She's new here — came last night!

She's sweet, graceful, full of energy…

Everything beautiful in this world!

She's like a piece of the heavens — an angel!

She'll be helping us from now on.

She's staying in the room across from yours."

Ryo's lips curl slightly, forming the faintest trace of a smile.

> "Good for you both.

Someone will finally share the burden."

The couple smiles widely, relieved.

He adds with calm authority:

> "Then, I'll see you later."

He walks out silently — composed and dignified — carrying with him an aura of peace and power that makes anyone near him feel safe.

Yukiko watches him leave with pride glowing in her eyes.

> "Ryo-kun has grown so much…

He's become such a handsome, strong man.

But he still hasn't found the right girl.

Women always seem to avoid him."

Haruto chuckles.

> "That's because he doesn't care about such things at all.

All he ever thinks about is battle and leading the army.

Don't forget — he's the supreme commander of all the forces that fight the demons.

He carries an enormous responsibility on his shoulders."

Yukiko sighs softly.

> "You're right…"

They both return to work, and soon the shop fills with customers coming from everywhere.

Asami runs back and forth, serving everyone with a bright smile and sparkling energy — her warmth drawing everyone's attention. Some even sneak glances at her, captivated by her charm.

Yukiko calls out to her, and Asami approaches still smiling.

Yukiko hands her a small paper slip and says:

> "We've run out of flour, Asami. Go to this address and bring more. Then come back quickly. Don't worry — the shop is close. Just don't be late."

Asami answers cheerfully:

> "Got it!"

She dashes out lightly, her steps full of energy, while the shop continues to bustle with new customers.

Outside, Asami runs enthusiastically, asking people for directions — but soon she realizes she's lost.

She stops, anxious, then forces herself to keep walking calmly, searching again. But she has gone too far.

She murmurs sadly to herself:

> "I'm lost, Mother…

I've walked so far my feet hurt.

What should I do now?"

She sighs deeply, staring at the address on the paper.

> "Father would never have let me go alone…

to a place I don't even know.

I miss you, Father…"

Suddenly, the sound of a loud crowd catches her attention — cheers and shouts of excitement coming from ahead.

Curious, she heads toward the noise, weaving her way through the growing crowd.

People push and hurry forward eagerly, shouting in admiration, trying to get a better look at something.

Asami follows them, drawn by curiosity, until she reaches a massive open gate.

People are streaming inside from all directions.

She hesitates for a moment, then walks through with them — finding herself in a vast, circular arena that seems to stretch endlessly.

At its center lies a huge ring enclosed by thick ropes.

The entire place roars with the voices of thousands, shouting in excitement, chanting strange names over and over — the ground itself seems to tremble beneath their feet.

Asami stops, overwhelmed by the noise and energy.

> "What's happening…?"

She tries to see the center of the arena, but the crowd is too dense.

She gently pushes forward through the sea of people until she reaches the rope barrier — the line no one is allowed to cross.

There, in the middle of the arena, she spots eight figures standing proudly, greeting the roaring crowd with confidence.

Then suddenly, the chant changes.

Everyone begins shouting the same name, their voices unified in wild enthusiasm:

> "RYUJI! RYUJI! RYUJI!!!"

Asami freezes in place, a strange chill running through her body.

She stares at the eight men, her mind spinning.

> "Ryuji? Who are they…?"

And then she sees him.

A young man steps forward from behind the eight — calm, composed, and majestic.

He moves with quiet confidence, radiating an aura of serenity and command.

His gaze is steady as he looks out over the crowd, then he nods respectfully toward them.

The arena erupts in deafening cheers once again, especially from the excited girls around Asami.

> "RYUJIIII!!! MARRY MEEEEE!! AHHHH!!!"

Asami's heart races.

She stares at him, eyes wide with shock, whispering in disbelief:

> "It's him… the man who saved me… from Yoshi.

His name… is Ryuji."

TO BE CONTINUED