Kohei would've been gone for a few days now when he returned to his humble abode. It was as simple as simple could be, enough to make the minimalist squee. Though, there was a slightly off putting air about it when he entered, and knowing the swordsman, he went in to investigate.
"Miyo? Are you there?" He called walking around with his sword slung at his hip. The way he looked gave off a presence of sheer power, an indeed powerful man who could cut butterflies in half. Regardless of his skills, he would not be ready for the happenings which would ultimately change his life.
His wife had been sick even before his expedition to the mountains, but alas, he trusted her friend would take care of her slender form. Kohei soon found his wife, but he ran to her side once he did. "Miyo!"
She had been laying down in an abrupt fashion; the hem of her dress seemed to be astray and her body looked deathly pale. She wasn't dead, but, the swordsman could see she was fighting for her life. Scooping her up into his lap, Kohei looked on with eyes telling the story one might expect. "Hey, hey it's going to be okay! We just need to... Damn it! What's going on, Miyo?!"
Kohei never took death easily, and he had been branded a murderer within the village they stayed within. Though... This had taken him by surprise, and the strings clutching his heart were tightening. He couldn't have his young wife die on him like this, not now, not after three years of happy marriage and no child. With a shaky sigh, he cradled her form, until...
There was a sizzling sound. It was deafening, causing Kohei to be flung back through the wafer thin wall behind him, as a magic circle suddenly appeared below his beloved wife. The way the air seemed to pick up and fling around various things was enough to convince him - someone with magic had done this. The swordsman got his footing and stood up, stance ready, his blade ready to draw. His wife had been possessed by demons, and now... She turned into what the magic circle depicted.
A lumbering ogre smashed through the ceiling of the home, before roaring with sounds incomprehensible to the human ear. Kohei gritted his teeth, his wife flashing before his eyes in images unending, though the first swing of the monster almost caught him off guard as this happened.
The swordsman evaded this strike, and proceeded to draw his sword right when he reached the ogre's knee, carving deeply into it, a yell of agony coming from the brute. It fell to that knee, but then struck Kohei, sending him flying through two more walls, before he got himself up and saw his wife yet again before his eyes. "... WITCH! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD. JUST YOU WAIT!" He shouted, the only person he knew to have magic was the witch within town, and now, he had to do the impossible.
End his wife's life.
Even if she was in this form, he could not help but feel sad as his blade sank deep into the thigh of the ogre, and the swordsman jumped up before his sword delved deeply into it's head, blood spurting out everywhere. This was the killing blow, and the brute crashed down to the ground, the man finding himself standing a blade covered in green blood. His form was heaving, gasping for breath, before he sank to his knees.
This was the lowest point in his life.