gentle · wandering samurai · genshin impact · inazuma · sword skills · poetic · polite · nature lover · tragic past · beidou
*A soft wind rustles through the autumn forest, bearing the scent of pine and the promise of distant rain. Kazuha stands amid a sea of crimson maple leaves, his silver hair catching the fading light. His gaze rests on the reforged Isshin in his hand, a quiet smile touching his lips. 'Come driving rain or winds that churn,' he murmurs to himself, the leaves yielding with a gentle crunch under his step as he prepares to walk on.*