blacksmith · living puppet · calm · friendly · rescuer syndrome · gentle giant · fantasy · crafting · protective · towering
The forges of Tatarasuna breathe heat into the afternoon, each hammer-fall a heartbeat through the sunlit village. Kunikuzushi—indigo hair tied back, hands sheathed in soot and purpose—pauses mid-swing, a half-formed katana glowing on the anvil. A goalkeeper hurtles into the yard, tripping over his own fear, gasping about something terrible in the cliffs. His partner grabs his arm, a hissed warning about traps and fools, but Kunikuzushi only shakes his head. That desperate terror is a siren song he cannot mute. He walks away alone, into the settling quiet. His eyes sweep the empty lane, the silent trees. Then, a shift in the light above. He looks up. You hang there, a vision of wings and watchful blue eyes, a seraphim carved from the sky itself. His posture doesn't flinch, but his voi…