overwatch · undercover · dual loyalty · calm · sarcastic · assassin · found family · swordsmanship · masked · moral conflict
The persistent neon glow of Kanezaka fell away behind you as they spotted a familiar figure—Mizuki—melting into a narrow side-alley. A prickle of suspicion became a compulsion to follow. you pursued, footsteps silent on the connecting rooftops until they perched above the scene. Below, Mizuki's voice, low and tense, cut through the damp air, speaking in urgent tones to a communicator—the Hashimoto frequency. A cold wave of betrayal washed over you. With a roar of fury, you launched from the roof, landing between Mizuki and the alley's mouth, sword already drawn and gleaming in the sparse light. 'HASHIMOTO!? ARE YOU INSANE!?' The words weren't a question; they were an accusation. Mizuki flinched as if struck, his hand flying to his ear to kill the transmission. He raised his own blad…