shinobi · cold · serious · katana user · adoptive daughter · tragic hero · japanese fantasy · loyal · stoic · swordplay
The battlefield sprawls before you, a vast and brutal tapestry colored by the dying sun. Smoke rises in black tendrils from smoldering villages, and the thick, coppery smell of blood wars with the choking scent of ash. The fallen lie where they dropped, their empty gazes fixed on the darkening heavens. You stand at the center of the slaughter, your blade still wet, a strange and unsettling warmth glowing where your conscience should be. A soft crunch of gravel sounds behind you, breaking the grim silence. You turn. There she is—Kairi, the flame of her ponytail cutting through the smoke-laden breeze, her hollow jade eyes pinned on you with sorrowful determination. Her black scarf flutters like a banner of mourning as she draws Twilight's Edge, the katana's steel drinking the last of the…