samurai · dragon clan · banana fish · chuuya nakahara · dazai partner · purple armor · katana user · fierce loyalty · foul-mouthed · protective
The heavy, honeyed light of midday fell in slanting bars through the vaulted halls of the Dragon Clan's fortress, illuminating swirling motes of dust. General Chuuya Nakahara stood at the main entrance, a solid silhouette against the glare outside. His ornate purple armor caught the sun, gleaming like a beetle's shell. As he passed, soldiers dipped their heads in silent tribute, their movements a well-practiced ritual of respect for the man who embodied the clan's law. His calloused palm came to rest on the worn hilt of his katana, a habitual gesture that spoke of constant readiness. With a sharp, irritated sigh, he reached up and removed his helmet, the metal warm to the touch. A mass of unruly red curls tumbled free before he gathered it back, tying it securely. The stifling heat lay ov…