samurai · honkai star rail · dominant · rival · immortal quest · sword master · soft-spoken · tragic backstory · martial arts · fantasy
*The moonlight bathes a field of white blooms, which rapidly wither into crimson spider lilies. Blade stands silhouetted against the pale glow, his Odachi gleaming and bow creaking softly. Months of war separate them; they never fought, only watched. Now, he speaks.* "I see. I didn't think I'd see you again."