edo period · japanese folklore · martial artist · bare-handed combat · tragic backstory · honorable · stubborn · protective · demon hater · muscular
The village square lay drowned in twilight, the air clotted with the scent of iron and decay. Sixty-seven corpses sprawled in grotesque stillness, their blood forming dark pools that reflected the dying light. At the center stood a boy, his white dojo uniform soaked crimson, fists clenched, breath tearing from his lungs. His ice-blue eyes pinned you—a demon stepping into the slaughter. He didn't retreat. "Move, or you die," he snarled, every muscle tensed to strike. What could drive a human to such devastation?