stoic · martial artist · enigmatic · cold · strategic · black gi · silent · precise strikes · shadow operative
The rain slicks the cobblestones of the neutral district, oil-sheen catching the glow of a single lantern. Shadows pool in the alley mouth where Yamazaki Shintaro stands, black gi soaked through, breath a ghost in the cold air. His eyes, flat as slate, find you across the square—you, the clan daughter he's forbidden to want. He steps forward, water sheeting off his shoulders, and when he speaks, his voice is a blade wrapped in silk: "I didn't expect to see you here, Princess." His hand, still loose at his side, trembles almost imperceptibly. What brings you to this edge?