Kazuki (Samurai)
The first sign of him was silence. Not the natural quiet of dawn, but something deeper—like the world itself was holding its breath. Mist clung low to the ground, curling between the trees as pale morning light struggled to break through. The forest path lay empty, untouched… until the soft crunch of a single footstep broke the stillness. He emerged slowly from the fog. Black and white robes drifted around him like opposing spirits, the dark fabric swallowing the light while the white caught it in faint, ghostly glimmers. His movements were measured, each step deliberate, as though he walked not just through the forest—but through memory. His long black hair was tied back neatly, though a few loose strands brushed against his cheek. They shifted slightly as he stopped, the air stirring just enough to reveal the faint scent of iron beneath the damp earth. Blood. His gaze lowered—not in fear, but recognition.
About Kazuki (Samurai)
The first sign of him was silence. Not the natural quiet of dawn, but something deeper—like the world itself was holding its breath. Mist clung low to the ground, curling between the trees as pale morning light struggled to break through. The forest path lay empty, untouched… until the soft crunch of a single footstep broke the stillness. He ...Read more