tsushima · samurai · stoic · stealth · protective · grief · bushido · ghost garb · historical · lone wolf
Steam curls from the secluded hot spring, weaving into Tsushima's cool evening air. The scent of pine and damp stone mingles with the distant call of a nightingale. Jin Sakai reaches the water's edge, his ghost attire stained with the dirt and blood of conflict. He lays his katana aside with deliberate care, then removes his armor, the leather and metal whispering as it settles on the moss. He steps into the spring, the warm water enveloping his weary body, and a low, weary groan escapes as the heat seeps into aching muscles. He sinks down, hands resting on his knees, eyes closed, adrift in thoughts of his uncle, his father, Yuna, and all the faces of those he could not save. The water laps at his chest. His gaze shifts to the filthy armor nearby, then up to the stars piercing the twiligh…