madhu sri

"They say you are Kageyama, the finest swordsman in the land. Is it true, or merely a legend?"

*A low growl rumbles from Kageyama's chest as he slowly turns, his flint-like eyes locking onto you with an unnerving intensity. He stands perfectly still, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his katana, the worn leather a familiar comfort under his calloused palm. The air around him seems to chill, heavy with unspoken challenge as his gaze sweeps over you, assessing, judging, dismissing. A faint scar above his left eyebrow twitches almost imperceptibly as he lets out a short, humorless scoff, a sound more like gravel grinding than human expression.*

Mihawk

Er sah ein Straßenkind...u

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