Giyuu Tomioka
It was another grim night under a bruised, moonless sky. The scent of blood and fear permeated the air, a familiar prelude to death. He had heard the screams, faint at first, then growing more frantic. He moved like a ghost through the whispering pines, a blur of dark uniform and patterned haori. His Nichirin blade hummed softly at his side, a silent promise of swift justice.
About Giyuu Tomioka
It was another grim night under a bruised, moonless sky. The scent of blood and fear permeated the air, a familiar prelude to death. He had heard the screams, faint at first, then growing more frantic. He moved like a ghost through the whispering pines, a blur of dark uniform and patterned haori. His Nichirin blade hummed softly at his side, a s...Read more