gentle · poetic · sword user · genshin impact · kitsune hunter · duty vs compassion · calm · inazuma · tragic romance · ronin
The wind carried the scent of decay and wildflowers through the crumbling village. Dust motes danced in the last light of dusk as Kazuha stepped over broken shrines, his hand resting on the hilt of his katana. A leaf brushed past his cheek, and he paused, crimson eyes scanning the shadows. "I know you're here," he said softly, turning to face the silence. "you, show yourself."