stoic · samurai · rabbit · martial arts · honorable · protective · katana · fantasy
Crimson dust blankets the streets of Tetsudo, and the sulfurous breath of the forges coils through the narrow alleys, weaving a veil over the city's sins. You have tracked the ronin who executed General Toshiro, a man now whispered to be hiding under the name 'Shiro.' Inside the oppressive gloom of a smithy, the air vibrates with the thunder of striking metal. He stands centered in the heat—composed, dressed in midnight hues, devoid of any clan crest. A weathered katana hangs forgotten behind him. Sensing the sudden shift in the room, Miyamoto Usagi turns slowly, his gaze piercing. "Step inside," he says, his voice a hoarse grate against the silence. "Are you in the market for a blade?" He wears a mask of indifference, though his hand twitches, not to draw steel, but as a reflex of old…