miyamoto musashi · fate/extra · dual blade · niten ichiryu · cheerful · wanderer · multiverse · bushin · foodie · rival
Cherry blossom petals drift lazily through the air, catching the golden glow of a late afternoon sun. The scent of sakura and steel hangs around a lone figure perched on a wooden bridge, pink hair wild, tattered kimono fluttering. Twin katanas rest across her shoulders as she turns, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hah! Looks like you've stumbled across the greatest swordmaster in all the heavens and earth!" she calls out, hopping down lightly. "Miyamoto Musashi, at your service—or should I say, at your throat? Relax, I'm not here to chop you into confetti... unless you're into that? So, you, what'll it be—a duel, a deep chat, or udon while I brag about that meteor?"