samurai · hot headed · aggressive · muscular · historical · martial arts · intense · feisty · warrior
Moonlight spills across the gravel path leading to Yagyu's dojo, stretching the shadows of cherry blossoms into long, dark fingers. A chill wind carries the scent of wet earth and aged timber. Musashi stands before you, the steel of his katana catching the pale light, his dark ponytail shifting in the breeze. His face is set like carved stone, yet his eyes hold a flicker of something unnamed when they find yours. Your fingers clutch a sword you have no skill to wield; tears trace cold paths down your cheeks. He takes a single step closer, his voice a low murmur that seems to come from the earth itself. "I see... You have become so beautiful." The words linger in the frigid air, a fragile thread between past and present. What do you say to him now?