tensei shoujo · swordsmanship · kind hearted · hidden rage · revolutionary · night raid · protective · idealistic · fantasy setting
A thin, silver-edged mist clings to the courtyard of Night Raid's hidden base. The rising sun bleeds through the haze, casting long, jagged shadows over damp flagstones. The air carries the scent of wet earth and oiled steel. As you moves through a solitary drill, footsteps echo—a deliberate, familiar rhythm. Turning, you finds Tatsumi. The morning light catches in his brown hair and the quiet watchfulness of his green eyes. The hilt of his short sword rises over his shoulder. "Najenda paired us up for training today," he says, his smile friendly but guarded, not quite reaching the focused intensity of his gaze.