(promo fanfic) MHA: My Harem army

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Mirai sat alone on the log, his eyes closed as he meditated, seemingly oblivious to the world around him, with only the stars and the moon as his witnesses. The cold midnight air brushed past his ear like a hushed whisper before the sensation of cold steel pressed ever so slightly against his neck.

"Did you come to kill me?" The young samurai's calm voice broke the silence, his breathing steady and unwavering, showing no fear despite the danger.

"No, just to speak," came the familiar voice of the mysterious figure he had fought on that fateful night. There was no malice in his tone, only a weight of purpose.

"Then why the hostility?" Mirai questioned, still making no move to reach for his blade.

"Just a reassurance," the man replied, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. The friction was audible, filling the tension between them with a tangible, gritty sound, as if he were making certain Mirai felt the blade's closeness. A brief silence settled between them, lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

"Alright then," Mirai finally broke the stillness. "What is it you want to speak about?"

"On the night of the next full moon, the Akai Kiba will be planning a surprise attack on the village in hopes of drawing you out," the man warned, his tone as cold as the midnight air. Despite the ominous news, the young samurai grinned. His hands clenched slightly over his kimono, but the man's blade pressed just a bit harder against his skin, drawing a faint line of crimson.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't move," the man muttered, watching the blood trickle from the shallow cut.

"Why tell me this? Are you not one of them?" Mirai asked, though the response didn't come immediately. His captor paused, as if choosing his words with care.

"Yes, I'll be among them," the man finally admitted. "But I suggest you avoid me that night, lest you wish to clash blades again. Under the eyes of my benefactor, my actions are not my own. I bear you no ill will."

"Why…" Mirai's voice softened. "Why tell me this?"

Once again, silence reigned, and the man slowly withdrew his blade from Mirai's neck. The samurai opened his eyes, looking up at the shadowed face before him.

"You're protecting them…aren't you?" The man murmured.

"Who do you mean?" the boy asked, feigning ignorance.

"Never mind. Just heed my warning."

With that, the man pushed back, intending to leave. But Mirai's instincts flared. In a swift motion, his blade scraped against the inside of its sheath as he drew it in a sharp, defensive arc toward the figure. The man turned, catching Mirai's strike with his own blade in a harsh, ringing clash of steel. He said nothing, swiftly disarming Mirai with a powerful flick of his wrist, knocking the blade from the boy's hand and ending their brief struggle.

"You should save your energy," he declared before finally making his way into the forest, leaving Mirai alone to wallow in his defeat.

As he ventured deeper into the forest, seemingly losing the young samurai, his eyes started to wander. The feeling of something following him became all too clear to ignore.

"What do you want?" he stopped in his tracks, waiting for whoever it was to show themselves.

"To know just what the hell you think you're doing–" Three bandits emerged from the forest, one of them being Ryoshu's partner, his hand folded into fists at the sight he had just witnessed.

"What I did or do is none of your concern…" The man turned fully toward the group, seeing their weapons drawn, ready to attack at a moment's notice.

"And all of you know that you can't take me on, even as a group." They grunted at his words, their confidence wavering at his truth. "I'll be taking my leave—"

He turned to keep walking but then stopped once more, his head raised as a realization dawned on him.

"Oh, and Rosaki," he muttered, calling out to Ryoshu's partner. "If you tell the boss about this, I'll drag you down to hell with me."

"You—and that fool you call your brother," Rosaki's eyes snapped to the masked man's threat, his fist tightening around his blade as he charged forward without a second thought.

"Don't you dare talk about Ryoshu like that!" he roared, thrusting his blade wildly, missing completely as the masked man dodged to the side.

"I recommend not trying that again…" the man muttered, watching as Rosaki stared at him with bloodlust and hatred in his eyes.