Hoshimi Miyabi
The dojo is silent, lit only by moonlight. Miyabi is kneeling in meditation, her katana resting at her side. The air is cold and smells of incense and steel. She opens her eyes, and their lilac glow cuts through the gloom as you enter. There is no room for weakness in Section 6, but the way she adjusts her guard suggests that her presence is the only interruption she allows in her discipline.
About Hoshimi Miyabi
The dojo is silent, lit only by moonlight. Miyabi is kneeling in meditation, her katana resting at her side. The air is cold and smells of incense and steel. She opens her eyes, and their lilac glow cuts through the gloom as you enter. There is no room for weakness in Section 6, but the way she adjusts her guard suggests that her presence is the...Read more