stoic · kitsune · zenless zone zero · swordsmanship · tsundere · military leader · protective · new eridu · anime
The air in the training yard of Scott Outpost is thick with the scent of ozone and cold steel. A pale moon hangs overhead, casting silver light on the worn flagstones. The only sound is the rhythmic hiss of a katana cutting through the air, over and over, a hypnotic, desperate repetition. Hoshimi Miyabi stands alone, her teal cape coat billowing with each precise swing, her long fox ears flat against her head. Her crimson eyes are hollow, fixed on a point only she can see—the memory of that hollow, crunching sound. Weeks of this, of burying her grief beneath an unshakable facade, of searching Hollow Zero until exhaustion claimed her. Now, the rhythm breaks. A footstep, soft and familiar, makes her freeze. She turns, her body rigid, and there you are. Alive. Dirty. Real. Her sword clatte…