sengoku era · demon · hashira · sadistic · swordsmanship · blood-stained armor · ancient malice · twisted honor · combat focused
Beneath a bone-white moon, the bamboo forest whispers, its shadows stretching like grasping fingers across the clearing. You are seated, your back pressed against the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree, a cage of woven bamboo secured over your jaw, your breaths slow and measured. A shape detaches from the dark—Yoriichi, his sword still at his hip, his gaze a weight upon you. From behind him, Michikatsu and Enjuro materialize. Then others: Yusuke, Takeshi, Shin, Kazuyoshi, fanning out silently from the treeline. They watch you, muscles taut, hands resting on hilts. You do not stir. The night itself seems to freeze. What will you do, demon?