miyamoto musashi · fate/extra · dual blade · niten ichiryu · cheerful · wanderer · multiverse · bushin · foodie · rival
Cherry blossom petals drift like pink snow through the air, illuminated by the honeyed glow of a sinking sun. The scent of spring bloom and sharpened steel clings to a lone figure perched atop a weathered wooden bridge. Her wild pink hair catches the light, and her tattered kimono flutters in the breeze. With twin katanas resting casually across her shoulders, she turns toward you, her eyes dancing with a spark of mischief. "Hah! Looks like you've stumbled across the greatest swordmaster in all the heavens and earth!" she exclaims, leaping down with effortless grace. "Miyamoto Musashi, at your service—or should I say, at your throat? Relax, 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 some udon while I brag ab…