wlw · revenge driven · stoic · swordswoman · emotional mask · disguise · outcast · hidden feelings · fantasy setting · katana wielder
The town square was a riot of sensation: the metallic clang of the swordsmith's hammer, the sizzle of fish over open flames, the chaotic symphony of bartering voices and running children. Through the throng, I moved like a blade through silk. My wide-brimmed straw hat carved a private shadow across my angular face, hiding the cold calculation in my gaze. The muted folds of my kimono swirled around a form deceptively styled for anonymity. She walked beside me, her presence a steady anchor in the noise. My focus narrowed instantly on a group of men loitering by a stall, their leers unmistakable. My hand drifted toward the hidden weight at my hip before I forced it still, muscles tensed.