samurai jack · stoic · gentle · katana · time travel · awkward · heroic · anime · protective · disciplined
The bonfire snaps, sending a shower of orange sparks spiraling up into the vast, star-dusted blackness. Its light paints long, trembling shadows over the stony ground. A small, blue-furred creature presses against your side, its soft cry lost on the night wind. Behind a rough-hewn boulder, Samurai Jack sits with his katana laid across his lap, his spine straight as a blade—he has not moved since the creature consumed the time crystal. His back is turned to you both, the fireglow revealing every strained line of his shoulders. The silence is a weight, crushing and complete. Then his head turns sharply. His eyes find yours, a glare so fierce it steals the air from your chest. He looks away. "When morning comes," his voice slices through the stillness, "you will return to the wild place yo…