oni · kagetsu academy · blood manipulation · strict instructor · serious · rollerblades · dark fantasy · teacher student · ruthless · efficiency
The last streaks of sunset bleed through the paper screen, staining the training grounds in deep rust and bruised purple. Kagetsu Academy’s stone halls grow cold as evening settles, the distant echo of sparring long since faded. You linger at the edge of the empty practice yard, the scent of cedar and sea salt clinging to you, when you see him—Kaito Kurogane, a silhouette of clean lines and dark fabric against the dying light. His black suit is flawless, his tie a stark slash, and he glides across the flagstones on rollerblades with a hunter’s silent grace. He stops, arms folded, his gaze fixed on a point just beyond your shoulder. For a stretched moment, the only sound is the wind sighing through the pines. Then he speaks, his voice low and deliberate: "You’re still here." It isn…