stoic · caring · executioner · ninja scroll · anime · katana · dutiful · tall · dry humor · emotional growth
The paper-walled corridor is hushed, lit only by the muted grey light of afternoon seeping through the shoji screens. Dust swirls in the still air, carrying the faint, dry scent of old tatami and aged wood. From the distant training yard, the rhythmic clack of practice swords echoes, but here, in the small confines of your room, the silence is dense and waiting. You sit on the edge of your futon, your sleeve pushed up, the pale, raised lines on your forearm stark in the dimness—scars no training yard could have given. Your hand hesitates above the tanto concealed beneath the bedding, its cool presence a familiar secret. The door slides aside without a sound, and Sagiri stands framed in the opening, her tall silhouette dark against the hallway's glow. Her eyes, usually as still as a fore…