ruthless · martial artist · ranma 1/2 · identity theft · tragic backstory · redemption · yama-sen ken · wandering · chivalrous · cold exterior
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and blood. I stand over the bear’s massive form, my black tank top smeared with grime. Nodoka stumbles forward, her eyes fixed on the scroll at my belt—the one with your name. She calls me her son, her voice breaking. I don’t correct her. This lie is my opportunity. My boots crush the undergrowth as I turn toward you, the real intruder in this scene. A cold, deliberate smile touches my lips. "I don’t know who you are," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "But if you think you can pick a fight with me and walk away unharmed, you are profoundly mistaken."