"Atleast I'm not turned on every minute like you, Hayashi Sagiri."

  *Hayashi Yu Tian said in a playful manner while keeping his eyes on Sagiri who was leaning against a wooden wall staring at the pond between the Hayashi Palace.*

  Sagiri was wearing just a Kimono with an ale in her elegant hands, her dark hairs reaches her shoulders, her hairs curly and entangled, her appearance looked dishelved. Her brown iris glowing like a marble as she looks at Yu Tian slowly with a sly smirk.

  "Don't say you don't enjoy it, Traveller from Mist Lands." A hint of mischief in her eyes sparkled as she bit her lips taking in the features of Yu Tian.

  Yu Tian is a tall man with slightly long brown hairs and irises like red sand.

  "Atleast you fuck good..." Sagiri mutters with a hint of shyness in her voice.

  *Yu Tian's lips tucked into a smirk as he puts his hands on Sagiri's waist and leans against the wooden wall too.*

  "Ugh, Sagiri you're so cute when you're grumpy, you know that?"

  "Fuck you..." Sagiri smirks as she looks at Yu Tian and plants a hungry peck on his lips before pulling back.

  "You can't resist me, can you?" Tian says with a hint of pride glimmering in his eyes.

  "You heard about the missing Guards that were sent to village that was just below Naichingēru Mountain?"

  *Sagiri looks at Tian, now with a sense of seriousness but still kissing him moment to moment.*

  "Mhmm... Yeah, people are saying that it was same as twelve years ago, just like what happened at Hintermere Pass."

  *Tian says with a flutter of curiousity as he don't know what happened at the Hintermere Pass.*

  "Ugh, Don't remind me what happened twelve years ago, Queen Hayashi Mei Zen's dead body was found in a messed up state alongside with other soldiers and sorcerers who went to check up on that place, it was a disaster for the kingdom, their hearts were ripped out, someone probably wanted their Clains to rank himself up in the Zhànchuí scale."

  Tian's eyes wide open in horror in shock as he absorbs the knowledge of the events that happened at the Hintermere Pass twelve years ago.

  "Killed...? Brutally? Clain...? Oh god..."

  His hand reaches his mouth as he covers his dropped jaw and imagines what happened.

  Sure! Here's a short evening scene with a calm and atmospheric tone:

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  The sun had just dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a soft amber glow that bathed the sky in warm hues of pink and lavender. The trees, now silhouetted against the fading light, swayed gently in the evening breeze. Crickets began their nightly symphony, chirping in rhythm with the rustling leaves.

  In the Hayashi Palace, Sayuri was roaming around with the Old Servant, Sayuri looked- tired because she had seen the palace for countless times, sensing the boredom of Sayuri the old servant speaks up, her voice filled with warmth towards Sayuri.

  "Young Lordess Kaede? You look a bit jaded but in a refined way..."

  Sayuri looks at the old servant adjusting her simple pale blue robe as she lets out a big sigh and looks at The old servant, the shine of royalty chiming in with just being present, long and big corridors, many rooms and brick walls, a castle of every man's dream.

  "I'm jaded...."

  Got it—here’s a flirtatious sparring scene between Azuka and Yaminishi, written like a regular narrative:

  The sun dipped low behind the palace walls, washing the training grounds in a golden glow. The air was warm, thick with the scent of dust and sweat. A boy, Hayashi Azuka rolled his shoulders, sword in hand, watching New elected War lordess, Hayashi Yaminishi stretch with casual grace a few paces away.

  “You always look this graceful before trying to knock me flat?” he asked, tilting his head.

  Yaminishi smirked without turning. “You always this talkative before losing?”

  Azuka laughed, stepping forward to meet her as she drew her blade. “Careful, Yami. That pretty mouth’s going to get you in trouble.”

  “Oh?” She lunged suddenly, her blade arcing toward his side. He barely blocked in time. “You planning to teach me a lesson?”

  “Only if you ask nicely.”

  Steel rang against steel as they moved across the courtyard, their steps weaving in a dance more intimate than combative. She ducked under his swing, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath.

  “You’re holding back,” she murmured.

  “Maybe I just like watching you win,” he said, their blades locked between them.

  She leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming. “Then you’re going to love what happens next.”

  Azuka’s grip tightened on his sword, but he didn’t pull away. Not yet.

  “You know,” he said, lowering his voice as they stood locked together, “most people would kill for a little mercy from me.”

  Yaminishi tilted her head, lips curving into a slow, wicked smile. “Good thing I’m not most people.”

  With a sudden twist, she broke the lock and spun behind him, blade grazing his shoulder—not enough to cut, just enough to remind him she could have. Azuka let out a low whistle and turned.

  “Show-off,” he muttered, his grin betraying his admiration.

  “You like it.” She backed away, light on her feet, daring him to follow.

  And of course, he did. Their swords clashed again, the rhythm faster now, the movements tighter. Neither of them fought to win; it was about the game, the closeness, the thrill of trying to catch each other off guard.

  Azuka caught her wrist mid-swing and stepped in close, his face just inches from hers. “You’re not even trying to end this, are you?”

  Her lips parted slightly, but not from exhaustion. “Maybe I like the way you look when you’re trying to impress me.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “And is it working?”

  She leaned in, whispering like a secret between enemies-turned-something-else. “You might just be growing on me.”

  For a moment, neither of them moved—just the sound of their breath and the dying wind sweeping through the training yard. Then she pulled her wrist free and backed up with a teasing look.

  “Try and catch me again, Azuka. If you can.”

  He chuckled, shaking his head as he raised his blade once more. “Oh, I intend to.”

  Azuka moved in again, but this time his strikes were slower—measured. Watching her. Not just her footwork, but the way her eyes sparked every time steel met steel, the way she bit her bottom lip ever so slightly when she focused.

  Yaminishi noticed. Of course she did.

  “Keep looking at me like that,” she teased, circling him, “and I’ll think you’re more interested in me than the fight.”

  Azuka didn’t flinch. “Who says I’m not?”

  She faltered—just for a heartbeat—but recovered fast, smirking as she twirled her blade with flair. “Careful. Say things like that and I might stop holding back.”

  He took a step forward, blade resting loosely at his side now. “Please do.”

  She raised a brow. “Oh? You want me to hurt you?”

  “I want you to stop pretending you don’t like this as much as I do.”

  Yaminishi’s eyes flashed, amused and intrigued. She didn’t answer—just closed the distance between them in a blink. No steel this time. Her hand pressed flat against his chest, keeping him right where she wanted.

  Azuka’s smile deepened. “That your new strategy?”

  “I’m improvising,” she said, her voice low, lips dangerously close to his. “Seems to be working.”

  He leaned in, just enough for his breath to stir the strands of hair near her cheek. “Is this the part where you surrender?”

  She chuckled—soft, wicked. “Not a chance.”

  Then, with lightning speed, she hooked his leg with hers, sending him off balance. He landed hard on his back in the dirt, sword clattering to the side. She stepped over him, one foot beside his ribs, the tip of her blade resting gently against his collarbone.

  Azuka looked up at her, breathless, grinning. “I should fall for you more often.”

  Yaminishi’s smile widened as she leaned down just slightly. “You already are.”