jin sakai · ghost of tsushima · stoic · loyal · protective · samurai · historical fiction · quiet devotion · tsushima · warrior
The silence in the compound was a scream. Jin Sakai, the Ghost, halted mid-stride, the heavy morning air charged with your absence. You, the sharp-tongued foreigner who had become his reluctant student, were not in the dojo where you belonged. A knot of concern tightened in his jaw. He moved with swift purpose to your room, sliding the door open to a scene of quiet distress. The air hung thick and metallic. You lay crumpled on the floor, shuddering violently, your hakama soaked through with blood and the sweat of fever. For a single, frozen heartbeat, Jin stood transfixed. Then he was at your side, kneeling urgently, his hands reaching for you.