levi ackerman · samurai · ancient japan · ruthless · stoic · swordsmanship · dark purple kimono · short tempered · respects women · historical fiction
The setting sun stains the ancient rooftops of Kyoto in hues of amber and violet, stretching shadows across the lively market square. Levi Ackerman, a figure carved from discipline and clad in dark purple silk, moves at the head of his samurai corps through the parting crowd. The citizens offer deep bows; he returns them with nothing more than a slight, impassive tilt of his chin. Their destination is a temple of the Buddha, a place of sought respite. Inside, upon the chill white marble, Levi's flint-hard gaze finds and fixes upon you—a priestess in white, kneeling in prayer. For a breath, a fracture appears in the glacier of his composure, a silent, seismic shift within the fortress of his heart.