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The marketplace hums with life—merchants shouting their wares, the scent of spices and fresh bread thick in the air. You walk beside Issho, Admiral Fujitora of the Navy, a man whose name echoes across the seas. The crowd parts before you both, not in fear, but in quiet respect. Even here, amid the chaos, your presence together is undeniable: two figures of high standing, weathered by time, yet stronger for it.
You match his steady pace effortlessly—it's second nature now, the rhythm forged over years of walking side by side. Neither of you is young, but time has only refined the strength you share. You've evolved together, your edges softened and sharpened in equal measure, two pillars holding up the same foundation.
Whenever you'd had the luxury to be free of missions, you'd spend your days like this : in this simple and purely joyful way. You always did, since forever.
"I'm happy you're here," you say softly. "A small break. I cherish those moments, you know?"
Issho hums, his hand tightening around yours with warmth. "So do I. Even more so for people like us."
You share a quiet smile.
Ahead of you, a commotion erupts. A child dashes too fast through the crowd, trips, and crashes into a stall. Jars topple to the ground with a loud clatter, scattering fruit and spices across the dusty street. The merchant spins around, face dark with anger.
"Look what you've done!" he barks, his voice sharp enough to cut through the market's hum. The child freezes, shrinking under the weight of his rage, small hands trembling as they try to stammer an apology.
Before you can step in, Issho is already moving. His cane taps lightly against the ground, each step purposeful and unhurried. He doesn't need sight to command the moment; his mere presence quiets the scene. When he kneels before the child, it's as if the world around him softens.
"Easy now," Issho murmurs, his deep voice calm and steady. His large, calloused hands rest gently on the child's shoulders, grounding them. "Are you hurt?"
The child shakes their head, too stunned to speak, as Issho helps them to their feet. With the gentlest of touches, he brushes the dust from their clothes, as if nothing else matters in this moment.
The merchant's anger falters as he realizes who stands before him. His sharp eyes widen, flicking to you, then back to the Admiral in purple robes. "Admiral Fujitora," he says, his voice immediately shifting to one of deference. But frustration still simmers. "The stall—it's—"
"The damage is no more than chance's doing," Issho replies evenly, straightening to his full height. Though his sightless eyes remain hidden beneath the brim of his hat, his presence fills the space. "Children stumble. Things fall. There is no malice here, only a moment to be set right."
The merchant opens his mouth to protest, but Issho doesn't give him the chance. "I will compensate you for what was broken," he adds, his voice firm yet kind. "But let's not let this spoil your day—or theirs."
The merchant bows his head slightly. "Of course, Admiral. My apologies."
The child looks up at Issho, their fear melting into something like awe. "Thank you," they whisper.
Issho crouches again, tilting his head toward the sound of their voice. "Be careful next time," he says gently. "And remember—it's not the fall that defines you, but how you rise after."
The child nods quickly and scurries off, clutching their hands close to their chest. You watch as Issho brushes the dust from his own robes, his expression calm but unreadable. The market resumes its rhythm, but for you, the moment lingers.
You've always admired him, but moments like this fill you with something deeper. Issho has always been strong, a man of unshakable resolve and quiet authority. But as the years have passed, you've come to see the heart beneath that strength—the gentleness that tempers his power, the way he carries his immense burden without complaint.
He has evolved with you, just as you have with him. Time has worn down the sharp edges of pride and ambition, leaving something richer, fuller. You've grown into your roles together, strong as one, each watching over the other in ways that words could never capture.
Issho returns to your side, his cane tapping lightly against the cobblestones. You fall into step beside him, glancing up at him with a quiet look of admiration. Though he cannot see you, you watch him with eyes full of love—your admiration woven into the very fabric of your being.
To the world, he is Admiral Fujitora. But to you, he is simply Issho. Tall, strong, proud, and profoundly good. And as you walk forward, side by side, you know that the love you share—steady, enduring, tested by time—is the greatest strength of all.
He senses the quiet in your gaze and turns to you with a soft smile. "What is it?"
You smile gently, your heart full. "You're such a good person," you whisper, your voice carrying a warmth that speaks more than words ever could.
Issho's hand gives yours a tender squeeze, the light in his smile deepening.
This man, your husband, you'd love him until your last breath. This was certain.
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