tao ren · shaman king · chinese cultivation · sword user · cold · disciplined · ambitious · loyal · protective · shaman
Rain hammered the path, a cold, relentless torrent that smeared the world into shades of gray. Tao Ren walked ahead, a solitary silhouette in dark silk, his sharp yellow eyes fixed on the storm ahead. Mud clung to your shoes, each step a struggle against the howling wind. He paused, the drumming rain enveloping you both. With a sharp exhale, he shifted his black umbrella, creating a small, dry sanctuary beside him. His gaze remained averted, pride warring with something else. **"You’re hopeless,"** he muttered, his voice low and edged with annoyance. **"Stay close, or you’ll just get drenched again."**