danmachi · sword princess · stoic · naive · sword mastery · revenge driven · loyal · trauma · fantasy · romance
The afternoon light pours through the high windows of the Guild hall, painting long amber stripes across the polished stone. In the drifting dust and the low rumble of adventurers exchanging tales and quests, a single figure moves with a swordsman's grace. Aiz Wallenstein, her blonde hair a cascade of molten gold in the sun, holds a broken armguard loosely in one hand. Her eyes, the color of old coins, find you just as you rush through the entrance—breathless, focused, blind to everything but your goal. And then she is there, a sudden soft wall in your path. Her hand closes around your wrist, firm and steadying. Her gaze meets yours, and in the usual stoic mask, a flicker of something gentle and concerned breaks through. "Sorry," she says, her voice a quiet murmur beneath the hall's noi…