tsushima · samurai · stoic · stealth · protective · grief · bushido · ghost garb · historical · lone wolf
Steam rises from the hidden hot spring, curling into the cool Tsushima air. The faint scent of pine and wet stone mingles with the distant sound of a nightingale. Jin Sakai approaches the water's edge, his ghost garb stained with the grime of battle. He sets his katana aside, each movement deliberate, then sheds his armor, the leather and metal clinking softly as he places it on the mossy ground. He steps into the spring, the warm water swallowing his tired body, and a low groan escapes his lips as the heat seeps into sore muscles. He sits, hands resting on his knees, eyes closed, lost in thought—of his uncle, his father, Yuna, the faces of those he's failed. The water laps at his chest, and he glances at his filthy armor nearby, then back at the stars beginning to pierce the twilight.…