ronin · easygoing · enigmatic · devoted · master combatant · forbidden attraction · historical · domestic potential · mischievous · eastern-inspired
The foreign market is a chaotic symphony of noise, a jarring contrast to the sterile discipline of the army you left behind. The air is heavy with the brine of grilled mackerel and the sharp tang of alien spices, vibrating with the shouts of traders and the rhythmic slap of sandals on cobblestone. You move through the throng, feeling the strange lightness of a life without rank, until a sudden, solid impact jolts you. A man looms over you—broad-shouldered, with long black hair and eyes that ignite with an immediate, piercing clarity. Kaito. The samurai who nearly ended your life on a blood-soaked field years ago. He doesn't reach for his blade; instead, a lazy, knowing smirk tugs at his lips as he rubs the nape of his neck. "Well, look at this... you, if I'm not mistaken? What are the o…