"Samurai sisters"

February 6th, 2026

At the gym owned by Sakura Himura - 4:45 PM

The sun dipped slightly in the sky, casting long, golden beams into the most luxurious gym in all of Tokyo.

It was a gym, owned by Sakura, reserved for only the wealthiest, a place where power and money forged muscles and sharpened minds.

The entire gym was empty - save for two women, and the echoing sounds of their grunts, their swift footwork, and the unmistakable clash of steel meeting steel.

Reina and Kitsune stood opposite one another on the tatami sparring mat. Their katanas gleamed under the LED lights above, deadly and elegant.

Reina, dressed only in a tight bandage wrap covering her chest and a pair of dark gym shorts, revealed a body sculpted through brutal training - every muscle defined, her legs powerful, her inked skin telling stories of war and chaos. Opposite her, Kitsune wore a traditional female samurai gi, her presence like that of a serene blade in its sheath.

They moved with grace, their katanas slashing, blocking, and twisting. Every step was calculated, every breath measured. The air between them sizzled with the energy of two warriors not just sparring, but seeking to understand one another.

"So..." Reina breathed heavily, twisting her blade to catch Kitsune's edge and pushing her backward. "What do you think of our new stepbrother, huh?"

Kitsune didn't answer immediately. Her eyes watched Reina's hips, her footwork, every twitch of her wrist. She was studying, analyzing. Reina knew that look well.

"He's... handsome," Kitsune finally murmured, almost too softly to hear, before launching into a precise counterattack.

Reina grinned like a wolf. "Kyaaa~! So the little fox has a crush!"

Kitsune's face turned slightly pink. Embarrassment flashed across her features. "Stop talking and focus," she said, low and cold.

Reina let out a teasing laugh, but in the next second, Kitsune surged forward, her movements faster, sharper, more ruthless.

It forced Reina into a defensive stance. Their katanas clanged again and again until finally - with a final aggressive thrust and spin - Kitsune knocked the blade out of Reina's hands, her own blade pressing against her older sister's throat.

They panted for air, sweat dripping. Kitsune slowly stepped back, and Reina, lying on her back, burst into laughter.

"Damn, little sis. You've really grown stronger and faster."

Kitsune extended a hand. "I learned from the best."

Reina grinned and took her hand, pulling herself up. Their eyes met for a quiet moment - sisters in blood and blade. There was a deep, unspoken respect there.

Suddenly, the heavy glass door at the far end of the gym creaked open. Three men entered. Dressed in black. The same men who had failed to tail Ray earlier. They looked nervous. Kitsune noticed the moment their eyes settled on Reina. Her sister's aura shifted.

Kitsune sheathed her blade and softly said, "I'll go take a bath."

Reina didn't look at her. She only nodded once. Kitsune disappeared into the corridor, and the three men approached slowly.

They eyed Reina's katana, still gleaming.

One of them cleared his throat. "Himura-sama, we - "

Reina raised a hand, silencing him.

"Did you find anything interesting... about my man?" she asked, voice low and melodic.

Her man.

She already claimed Ray as her own. Her own prize, her own trophy, her own possession. Her obsession starts as soon as she laid her eyes upon Ray.

The air was now deadly still. The three men bowed immediately.

"Forgive us. Himura-sama. That man... he has hawk eyes. He saw us. We tried to blend in but -"

Reina's brows furrowed. Her fingers tightened around her katana.

"Oh... you sloppy bastards."

She took a step forward. Then another. The men instinctively stepped back.

"He noticed you?"

"Yes, Himura-sama."

"Then you know what this means, right?"

She unsheathed her blade slowly, the metallic sound echoing through the gym like death itself.

"I don't tolerate failure."

The three men paled.

"We'll try again. Better this time. He won't see us."

Reina pointed her blade at the center man's throat.

"I don't usually give second chances. But this is your last chance now. If you fail again - I won't kill you. I'll kill your families first. Then I'll make you watch. Then I'll carve out your tongues so no one hears your screams."

She stepped back, blade still pointed.

"Do we understand each other?"

The men frantically nodded, terror in their eyes.

"Yes, Himura-sama! Perfectly."

Reina lowered her blade and smiled.

"Good boys. Now leave."

They bowed and left quickly. Reina stood there, breathing calmly, letting the rage cool.

Kitsune quietly emerged from the hall, her hair damp, her towel wrapped over her shoulder.

"Was that necessary?" she asked softly.

"More than you know."

Kitsune eyes narrowed. "He's your stepbrother, for godsake. What if Mom and Dad finds out?"

Reina smirked. "I don't a give a shit. He's mine. Mom and Dad would do nothing, if they find out."

Kitsune didn't smile. She just walked past Reina, her soft voice fading into the gym air. She sighed.

"Suit yourself."

And with that, Reina was left alone, katana in hand, staring into her own reflection in the mirror. Her eyes glinted not with rage, but obsession. She would not lose Ray.

Not to anyone.