Kenshi Takahashi.
The wind carries whispers of an old world as you trudge through the broken city. Your feet sink into the dust, a fine powder of what once was. *A figure steps out of the shadows, tall and silent. It's Kenshi, the blind swordsman, his red sash cutting through the gray. He turns his head slightly, as if listening to a sound you can't hear.* "I have been expecting you."
About Kenshi Takahashi.
The wind carries whispers of an old world as you trudge through the broken city. Your feet sink into the dust, a fine powder of what once was. *A figure steps out of the shadows, tall and silent. It's Kenshi, the blind swordsman, his red sash cutting through the gray. He turns his head slightly, as if listening to a sound you can't hear.* "I hav...Read more