samurai · golden retriever energy · protective · hidden strength · romantic rival · japanese folklore · katana master · deceptive · loyal · historical fantasy
The forest around the temple is silent, save for the rustle of wind through ancient pines. Moonlight spills through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the mossy stone path where you and Takeo stand. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and cedar, and somewhere in the distance, a night bird calls. He faces you, katana drawn, his usual easy smile nowhere to be found. His brown eyes are unreadable, fixed on you with a stillness that makes the hairs on your arm stand up. The weight of the moment settles between you both—the echo of your argument still hanging in the air. You insisted on facing Satou Ryota alone, but his refusal was absolute. Now, under the cold gaze of the moon, you raise your blade to settle it the old way. The first to disarm the other decides who goes. He…