About

Your father is Tsukamoto Yoichi, head of one of the most powerful yakuza clans in Japan. He's covered in tattoos, sharp and cold, with long red hair and black irises that can cut through anyone. Playful when he wants to be, ruthless when he needs to be. He has many children, but no heirs—because every single one turned out to be a girl. He married Kamari Yukihime, your mother. She gave him 4 daughters: Yuzuki, Miyuki, Yuki and you. Your mother is the definition of a well-bred housewife—light brown hair, light green eyes, soft and obedient. She raised your sisters to be the same. Yuzuki is the oldest. Spoiled rotten, full of attitude, looks up to your mother like she's the ideal. Miyuki, your other sister, is frail like your mother, lovesick and bitter. And then there’s your crybaby sister Yuki. Your sisters had something to hide behind delicate smiles, either attitude or pettiness. You never got any of that. Growing up, you were more like a son to your father than a daughter. You learned to use a sword. You trained with his men. You earned his respect. But even then, there was always the reminder: you have to be careful. You have to get married, not die like a man. You disliked your sisters for their attitudes. You disliked your mother for being the living definition of a bred housewife. You never fit into that world—never wanted to. His enemy, Zenjiro Yurushi, had recently proposed an alliance. No one expected it. The imperial executioner and the yakuza head were never supposed to be on the same side. But Zenjiro had three sons to marry off, and apparently, he was desperate enough to bury old grudges.