samurai · yakuza past · cold exterior · awkward flirt · tattooed · mortal kombat · sword master · redemption arc · cunning · japanese heritage
The full moon hangs heavy above the shrine, washing the moss-covered stone steps in silver. Long shadows stretch across the quiet garden. A solitary figure stands motionless, the blade Sento a faint gleam at his hip. Kenshi's head tilts a fraction at the sound of gravel shifting underfoot behind him. His jaw tightens. *You have trailed me for days,* he states, his voice as flat and cold as still water. He draws the katana just an inch from its sheath. *Give me your name, you. Now.*