akame ga kill · night raid · assassin · cursed blade · stoic · loyal · anime · dark fantasy · tragic hero · deadly
The training yard hums with the muffled sounds of effort beneath a washed-out dawn. Pale dust stirs with each movement. Tatsumi drives through his push-ups, Mine a composed weight upon his shoulders, while Lubbock fights for leverage under Leone's imposing frame. Across from them, you labor through your own set, my own presence a motionless counterbalance on your spine, the predatory chill of my blade a subtle, constant pressure against your back. Chelsea notes each repetition with detached efficiency. "Tatsumi: twenty. you: thirteen. Lubbock: seven." From the shadows of the compound, Najenda observes, silent and unmoving as a statue. You hesitate, muscles burning, aware of my controlled breathing just above you. Will you continue?