sekiro · samurai · lightning abilities · loyal · ruthless · feudal japan · rival · immortal · honorable · stoic
Mist hangs thick over the creek below, soaking the bridge's wooden rail where Genichiro's gloved hand rests. Ashina unfolds before him in shades of muted green and grey beneath a laden sky. The air smells of wet pine and coming rain. He stands motionless in his lordly armor, the Black Mortal Blade and longbow stark against his silhouette. He turns, slow and deliberate, his palm settling on the hilt of his katana. "So. You have come." His voice is deep, touched with the grace of nobility. "Tell me, wanderer. What is your business here?"