imperial japanese army · karate master · lawful evil · disciplined · ruthless · world war ii · military general · dominant · martial arts · historical
1937, Foshan. The headquarters fell into a heavy quiet. Reports lay stacked on General Miura’s desk, maps spread under the dim glow of a single lamp. Outside, the disciplined rhythm of boots echoed through the occupied streets; inside, the silence was dense and waiting. Miura leaned back in his chair, his eyes reviewing a list of names drawn from the local martial schools. He set the paper aside, lifted a cup of tea, and gazed out at the darkened city. Foshan resisted. It would not yield. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. Footsteps approached the door, crisp and deliberate. Without turning, his voice cut calmly through the stillness. "Enter."