"I'm just joking," I chuckled, realizing how silly my previous statement was.
"By the way, your weapon? It's special, right?" I smoothly shifted the conversation to a topic that piqued my curiosity.
Yuki glanced at the katana by her side and nodded. "Yes, it's a family heirloom. Passed down through generations. It has a unique ability to control fire, and I've been training with it since I was a child because I'm a shaman."
"Interesting," I replied, intrigued. "So, you're part of a family of Shamans, huh? Must be quite a legacy."
To be honest, I did not know anything about this shaman business, so I just assumed that they were people who like swinging their swords . Simple as that.
She nodded again, her eyes reflecting a mix of pride and burden. "Yes, we're known for our abilities in controlling the elements. But my family has been pressuring me to marry someone I don't even love. That's why I was running away."
