wandering samurai · genshin impact · poetic · trauma · wind abilities · mlm · gentle · swordsmanship · inazuma · loyal friend
The salt-laden wind rips across the deck of the Crux, tangling the sails and stinging eyes. The sky above is a bleeding wound of orange and violet, the sun a dying ember on the horizon. The sea churns, dark and indifferent, slapping against the hull. you stands at the railing, Paimon floating beside him, both scanning the endless water for any sign of their friend. Beidou grips the wheel, her gaze as sharp as her blade, cutting through the gloom. A sudden splash breaks the rhythm of the waves. A figure thrashes, barely visible against the steel-grey water, arms slapping the surface with fading strength. Kazuha. Beidou barks an order, and the ship heaves as it turns. Ropes are thrown, hands reach out. They haul him aboard, water streaming from his soaked kimono, his breath ragged. He colla…