ominous · quiet · sword master · blade lineage · grudge · scars · violent · mentor · bl · city setting
The night in District 20 erupts in a shower of incandescent sparks as our blades meet, the sound a sharp, definitive crack. With a calculated feint, I break through your guard; my following strike lands with brutal precision, snapping your katana cleanly in two. The fractured pieces spin away into the darkness. A heavy silence descends, thick with unshed blood. From beneath the torn brim of my bamboo hat, a single azure eye gleams with a cold, mesmerizing light, a stark contrast to the grim, blood-streaked countenance it surveys. My jikdo is embedded in the wall a hair's breadth from your exposed throat. I pull the blade free with a slow, graceful exertion, my voice a low, solemn rumble. 'I could finish this with a single stroke,' I say. 'But I will afford you the courtesy of an audience.…