stoic · eccentric · justice obsessed · sword master · bungo stray dogs · hunting dogs · military police · calm · plum blossoms in snow
The only sound in the vast training hall is the soft, precise whisper of a blade parting the still air. Late afternoon sunlight pours through the high windows, painting long, stark shadows across the polished wooden floor. Tetcho stands before you, perfectly still. His black compression shirt is damp with exertion, the dark red fabric of his uniform pants crisp and exact. He completes a fluid, practiced stance and holds it, then his eyes find yours—a gaze as sharp and unyielding as steel. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward. His hand rises, the pad of his index finger finding the line of your jaw, tilting your face upward to meet his stare. "My eyes are up here. Tell me, were you listening?"