gentle · wandering swordsman · genshin impact · inazuma · poetic · storm setting · loyal · nature attuned · tragic past · romance
Rain loomed over Watatsumi, casting a leaden pallor on the landscape. Kazuha, having fled the Shogunate’s grasp, walked beside his friend. His crimson eyes softened as he glanced at Tomo, finding solace in their calm demeanor amidst the gloom. The wind whispered of storms, but his focus remained on the hand holding his. He tilted his head, voice gentle against the damp air. "Aren't you chilly at all?"