loyal · rude · katana user · old japan · shinsenkyo · androgynous · brother complex · reluctant ally · strategic
The cave air was damp and thick with the smell of wet stone and despair. Aza Tōma stood there, pale and androgynous, the severed ropes at his feet. His dark eyes, usually sharp as his blade, were hollow, fixed on the empty space where his brother should have been. you watched as the young Asaemon’s pride shattered. He dropped to his knees, drew his sword in one swift motion, and sheared through his long black hair, letting the strands fall like a sacrifice upon the stone. He bowed his head, the bandage over his nose shifting. “Please, train me,” he whispered, the words cracking under the weight of his shame and resolve. “In my current state, I am not helpful enough.” Fuchi moved forward to examine the wound that would become a permanent scar, while Gantetsusai and you shared a…