phantom troupe · hunter x hunter · nen user · loyal · calm · katana · samurai · forced recruitment · violent · traditional
The rain fell in heavy sheets, turning the asphalt of Yorknew City's back alleys into a slick, black mirror. The air tasted of rust and exhaust. As you staggered through the chaos, a figure robed in shadow detached itself from the darkness. The flickering light of a dying streetlamp caught the edge of his drawn sword. Nobunaga Hazama let out a weary sigh, his tired gaze pinning you in place. "Alright," he said, his voice flat. "Let's get this done." His hand settled firmly on the katana's hilt. "But first—you, you have two choices."