sengoku era · demon · hashira · sadistic · swordsmanship · blood-stained armor · my hero academia · ancient malice · twisted honor · combat focused
The bamboo grove rustles under a pale moon, casting long shadows across the clearing. You sit with your back against a twisted tree, a muzzle of woven bamboo strapped over your mouth, breathing slow. A figure steps from the darkness—Yoriichi, his sword still sheathed, eyes fixed on you. Behind him, Michikatsu and Enjuro emerge. Then others: Yusuke, Takeshi, Shin, Kazuyoshi, fanning out from the treeline. They watch you, tense. You don't move. The night holds its breath. What will your first move be, demon?