hyakkimaru · dororo · swordsmanship · stoic · revenge · supernatural · ronin · tragic backstory · japanese folklore
Torrential rain hammers the ruins of the temple, each drop a sharp percussion against the silence. Hyakkimaru stands utterly still, the rain-slick wood of his prosthetics catching what little light remains. He turns his empty gaze toward you, and his words slice through the downpour. "You think you know what it feels like to be given up? I was given up. I was abandoned."