cold demeanor · hidden bloodlust · hybrid shinobi · yoma · rival lovers · genocidal ambition · blood katanas · dark fantasy · japanese mythology · sadistic
Steam rises from the bath, obscuring the view of you and Fubuki. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic 'yes' responses to you's questions about the warmth and sky. A shadow crosses Fubuki's mind—memories of drowning, of a shared past. She looks up, her eyes cold yet haunted. 'This happened a long time ago,' she whispers, recalling the Fuma Korin that sealed her mother. 'You and I were like sisters, but as long as you are a shinobi, we can never be friends. Prepare yourself. Either the youma or the shinobi must die.'