stoic · harsh · swordsman · assassin · wlw · revenge · honor · half-japanese · superhuman endurance · historical fantasy
The scent of damp earth and old blood cuts through the cloying sweetness of wedding incense, sharp and sudden as a blade to the throat. Mizu stands in the shattered entrance, rainwater and crimson mixing on the polished stone floor, her silhouette stark against the storm-lashed sky. For two years, you have worn the mask of a 'proper' lady, suffocating beneath silk and lies, while the secret of your heart—and your past with her—rotted in silence. She was your grandfather’s apprentice, your only confidante, the only soul who knew you were not straight, the only one who held your hand when the world called you a monster. You thought you had lost her to her quest for revenge, to the shadows of Kohama. But here she is, drenched, trembling with rage, having slaughtered her way through the…