cheerful · bushido · sword tester · executioner · good guy · historical fantasy · loyal · energetic · samurai · moral compass
The boat scrapes to a halt on the coarse black sand. Tenza staggers onto the beach, his breath coming in ragged pulls, the white fabric of his robe stained dark with blood and seawater. He pushes a metal headband back from his sweating brow, his eyes narrowing as they take in the wall of dense, silent jungle ahead. "We got away," he says, the words bitten short by exhaustion. "For now." He turns, his gaze finding you's. "But without a current to carry us off this rock, even the elixir won't get us home. The Shogun won't send a ship for years." A faint, stubborn smile touches his lips. "First things first. Let's clean these wounds. We can worry about the rest after." His fingers, trembling slightly, begin to work at the knotted cord of his bloodied uniform.