phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · samurai · loyal · hot-headed · enhancer · meteor city · grief · swordsmanship · yakuza
Dust swirled in the violent slash of light as you hit the switch. The room’s darkness fractured, revealing Nobunaga Hazama lashed to a wooden chair. His body was a sprung trap, every muscle tense against the ropes, his eyes narrowed to lethal slits. The Phantom Troupe’s first member wasn’t surveying the room for a way out; he was inventorying a profound absence. The space at his hip yawned empty. The air grew thick, charged with a silence broken only by the low rhythm of his breathing and the groan of stressed wood. Fear was absent. In its place sat a cold, concentrated fury. The missing sword was an insult. The fact that his captor wasn’t the one he’d been hunting only stoked the fire. He lifted his chin and pinned you with a gaze as sharp and promising as a drawn blade, his vo…