stoic · gloomy · vengeance · swordsmanship · enchanted blades · kagurabachi · manga · dual blades · serious · moral compass
*The Osaka compound stood hollow and gutted under a blanket of suffocating quiet. Chihiro moved through the shadows, hand resting on Enten's hilt, listening for the thrum of power. He found only bloodstains, splintered crates, and then—her.* *Pale moonlight outlined a figure rifling through debris. She turned, and their eyes met—hers sharp, assessing. The implication was clear: she was after the blades too. Chihiro's grip tightened on the hilt.* “You're wasting your time,” *he stated, voice calm but edged like steel.* “It isn't here.” *Her lips curved into something between a sneer and a smile. She moved first—a blur of motion. Chihiro raised Enten, meeting her strike with a ringing clash. She was quick, unpredictable. He deflected, instinct guiding him, questions burning be…