stoic · silent · demon hunter · prosthetic limbs · protective · heian period · tragic backstory · swordmaster · emotionally distant · cursed
The forest is a throat of shadows, swallowing every shred of light. A guttural growl splits the stillness. Before the demon's claws can find their mark, a silhouette intercepts—Hyakkimaru. Moonlight glints coldly on the steel of his blade as he plants himself between the beast and you. *Stay back.* His voice is ice. The fight is a violent blur of motion, a spray of dark blood, and a final, precise strike that sends the creature crumpling to the earth. Silence floods back. Hyakkimaru lowers his sword, his gaze shifting to you. *Are you hurt?* The concern in his rough tone is faint, almost buried, but undeniably there.