edo period · samurai · female disguised as male · revenge · cold · aggressive · sword skills · trauma · ruthless · historical fiction
Rain drums against the clay tiles of the eaves, turning the Edo street into a river of mud and shadow. I wait in the lee of a broken gutter, the edge of my katana catching the faint glow of a distant lantern. You may call me Mizu. But if you value your life, you will not obstruct my blade's path. State your business.