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Bleed for Her Honor :
In the mystical mountains of olden Japan, Kaizen, a monk of the secluded Kurogane Monastery, is haunted by his past as a warrior and seeks redemption through a life of devotion. His disciplined world unravels when he meets Sayuri, a beautiful and enigmatic widow living under the shadow of the cruel Lord Daigo. Drawn to her warmth and resilience, Kaizen begins to question the rigid vows that have defined his life.

As their forbidden love grows in secret, Kaizen becomes entangled in Sayuri’s dangerous world, where loyalty and betrayal blur. Unbeknownst to him, Sayuri is forced to conspire with Lord Daigo, who seeks revenge against the monastery. When Kaizen abandons his vows to save her, he finds himself betrayed and cast out from the temple.

Now a broken man, Kaizen must confront his deepest fears and the ghosts of his past. When he learns of Sayuri’s imprisonment by Daigo, he sets out on a perilous quest to rescue her, risking everything for the woman he loves. Amid battles, sacrifices, and moral conflict, Kaizen discovers the true cost of love and redemption in a world bound by honor and cruelty.

In a tale of passion, betrayal, and sacrifice, Bleed for Her weaves a poignant story of a man who risks his soul to protect the one who broke his heart.

BLEED FOR HER HONOR

The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows against the jagged rock walls of the cave. Itsuro sat against the stone, his breath shallow, his body trembling from pain. Blood seeped through the torn fabric of his robes, staining the icy ground beneath him.

The Capital had sent their best. And they had taken the shards.

His fingers curled into a fist. He had been careful, had taken every precaution. But it hadn't been enough. The moment the shards' power had been detected, the hunters had come.

And among them… was his so-called ally.

Jubei was unlike any monk Itsuro had ever known. His robes were black, stitched with crimson patterns of ancient curses. He carried no prayer beads—only weapons, hidden within the folds of his garments.

A monk who lived in the shadows, carrying out the will of the High Monk—whether it be righteous or wicked.

When Jubei had first joined him, Itsuro had assumed it was by fate, by shared purpose. But now, bleeding in the aftermath of their battle, he knew the truth.

Jubei had been watching him. Waiting.

And when the time was right, he had struck.

It had started with whispers. The Capital had heard of Kaizen's rampage in the Frozen Wastes. The High Monk had decreed that his power could not be allowed to roam unchecked.

And so they came—not as warriors, but as ghosts in the night.

Itsuro had fought fiercely. His staff clashed against their curved blades, his strikes fast and precise. But there were too many. And then Jubei—his ally, his guide—turned on him.

A poisoned dagger, fast as lightning, cut through his defenses, piercing his side. His vision blurred, his movements slowed.

And as he staggered back, the last thing he saw before fleeing into the mountains… was the shards being taken from his grasp.

Itsuro gritted his teeth, pressing a hand to his wound. He could feel the poison coursing through his veins, sapping his strength. He had to move, had to recover.

Because if the High Monk planned to wield the shards' power…

Kaizen wasn't the only monster the world had to fear.

Chapter 17: Shadows of the Monastery