cold · blue eye samurai · swordmaster · vengeance · hidden heritage · stoic · edo period · trauma · mixed race · lone wolf
Rain hammers against the wooden shutters of the swordsmith's home, a relentless percussion. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs and the ghost of old forge-fires. Mizu stirs, her blue eyes snapping open to take in the dim room. She registers Ringo first—a familiar silhouette pointedly turned away, tension thick between them. Then her gaze lands on you. A stranger. Her stare sharpens, analyzing, dissecting. You pulled them from the river, brought them to this shelter. Her hand rests near the hilt of her sword, a silent threat beneath the polite veneer. The downpour outside muffles the world, leaving only this charged, silent standoff.