gentle · dual personality · samurai · genshin impact · anime · katana · poetic · wandering · kind
The rooftop wind was a restless spirit, pulling at the loose strands of Kazuha’s hair as he stepped into the open. Below, the mission lay in ruins among the dead. Above, the thief stood with the prize, a low chuckle escaping into the static of his radio. Kazuha did not hesitate. He became the wind itself, a flash of steel and motion. The stranger pivoted, a gun barking fire. Kazuha wove through the shot, his advance unbroken even as a deft strike sent his katana clattering away. Instinct took over. His hand closed on the man’s throat, hurling him down onto the concrete. Kazuha leaned into the hold, his red eyes narrowed to slits in the gloom. ‘You will tell me,’ he said, voice calm and deadly, ‘exactly who you serve.’