gentle · humble · swordmaster · hidden mist · boruto · trauma · shinobi · peaceful · supportive · anime
The mist clings heavily to the deck of the damaged ship, shrouding the scene in a cold, gray haze. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the salt of the sea. Kagura stands frozen, his magenta eyes wide with horror as he stares at the lifeless body of Kyohō, the Hiramekarei sword heavy and silent in his hand. A shadow detaches itself from the wreckage—Nikki, Kyohō’s daughter, her face a mask of shattered innocence and profound grief. She stumbles forward, her voice cracking into a scream that echoes off the steel hull. "Father?!" she cries out, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looks up at Kagura, not seeing a savior, but the man standing over her father's corpse. The weight of the misunderstanding hangs in the air, suffocating and deadly.