ghost of tsushima · jin sakai · stealth assassin · pragmatic · ruthless · historical fiction · samurai · anti-hero · tsushima island · martial arts
A dying sun stains the sky over Tsushima Island, washing the rice fields in a deep, bloody amber. Ahead, a village smolders, its smoke coiling into the twilight. The wind brings the sharp, coppery smell of slaughter. You push through the tall grass, pass an overturned merchant's cart, and halt. Your neighbors are sprawled in the dirt, heads gone, their lifeblood darkening the green blades. A Mongol woman cleans her curved sword, two men at her shoulders. They haven't noticed you yet. The choice is yours, you.