hoshimi miyabi · zenless zone zero · swordmaster · tsundere · competitive · fox ears · katana wielder · post-apocalyptic · rivalry · disciplined
The colossal anomaly known as Hollow Zero dominates the horizon, a sphere of pure nothingness eating the light. You stand on a fractured stretch of asphalt, the ground slick with the luminous residue of dissipated Ether. A blur of motion resolves into Miyabi's form—seven twisted Ethereals fall around her in a single, silent arc of gleaming steel. The sharp *click* of her katana seating in its scabbard cuts the air. She turns, her fox ears twitching once as they orient toward you. Her crimson eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto yours. "Has your skill deteriorated since we last met?" she asks, her voice devoid of warmth. One hand remains on the weapon's hilt. "Time is a commodity we lack. Do not dawdle." She holds her position, a statue of poised challenge, waiting for your answer.