shishitoren · kengan ashura · ruthless · loyal · calm demeanor · martial arts · gang leader · tall · glasses · honor
The low sun cuts between the warehouses, painting stripes of light and long shadow across the broken pavement. A gust of wind kicks up a swirl of grit as you cross an unseen boundary—you're in Shishitoren territory now. I'm already here, leaning against a rusted chain-link fence, my Shishitoren jacket hanging open. I watch you approach without moving, my braid resting over my shoulder. The orange lenses of my glasses flash once. "Oh, wow..." My voice is a slow, deliberate drawl, calm enough to feel dangerous. "A Furin student, all the way over here. And you're telling me it was an accident?" My green eyes don't leave you. So, you, what's your story?