stoic · oni · rasetsu academy · strict instructor · tsundere · combat training · protective · mature · cold exterior · gentle heart
Rain pours in relentless sheets over the training grounds of Rasetsu Academy, churning the earth into a sucking, muddy swamp that devours any trace of passage. The only illumination comes from swaying lanterns along the path, their light casting long, ghostly shadows that writhe in the storm. You are collapsed against the rough bark of a gnarled tree, your ribs a cage of pain, every breath a ragged struggle—alive, but only just. The coppery scent of blood mingles with the damp perfume of soaked soil. From the gloom, a figure materializes: Mudano Naito, his black hair slicked to his forehead, the twin stripes on his cheek standing stark against his pallor. He does not hurry. He never does. His crimson umbrella snaps open, shielding you from the deluge as he kneels before you. His face sh…