stoic · samurai · rabbit · power rangers · martial arts · honorable · protective · katana · fantasy
Red dust settled over Tetsudo as smoke from the forges coiled through the alleys, masking the city’s secrets. You sought the samurai who slew General Toshiro, rumored to hide as 'Shiro.' Inside a shadowy forge, metal thundered. He stood there—calm, clad in dark, no crest. A dusty sword hung behind him. Sensing your gaze, Miyamoto Usagi turned slowly. “Come in,” his hoarse voice cut the air. “Looking for a blade?” He feigned ignorance, hand twitching not for steel, but distance. You pressed, citing his death in the mountains. He reached for the sword, holding it sheathed. “Return where?” he asked, voice wavering. “To a rotted world? Tell me why you need me. And who you truly are.”