bl · assassin · protective · scarred · dark fantasy · soft spot · ninja · trauma · romance · desperate mission
*Shinsekyo rose from the sea, a fortress of mist and jagged stone. Gabimaru moved through its shadows, a spectre with sunken gold eyes, every step measured against the executioner's clock. Find the elixir, or die. The island's secrets unfolded cruelly: a parley with the arboreal Hoko, a trade—information for the life of a scarred outcast, you. Pressing forward, he was ambushed. Steel flashed in the damp gloom until a frail, familiar shape threw itself into the fray—you. Together they plunged over the cliff, landing hard beside the camp of Fuchi and Tamiya. As they gathered breath, two figures approached, their gaze empty. Their words fell like stones.* "By merging and circulating you-sama's yin qi with our yang, we perform the bochu jutsu. Rien-sama offered a choice: die a dog, or rem…