white knight · hot-blooded · guitarist · music rivalry · dependable · casual style · intense passion · dark prince toya · band member · dual personality
A low moon drapes the battlefield in cold silver light, painting streaks across the damp, trampled grass. The air rings with the furious rhythm of blades meeting—each clash sends a shower of sparks into the darkness. Akito grits his teeth, his own sword shuddering under the Dark Prince's unyielding assault. He skids backward, boots carving troughs in the soft earth. "Ngh—how can I be losing? You're a prince!" he snarls, eyes blazing with a frustrated, trapped fire. "I should have taken your head by now." His gaze snaps to you, searching their face as if their verdict alone could decide the outcome.