Erwin

You lock eyes with Kuro, the ronin stands amidst a circle of fallen bandits, his katana dripping with blood. The storm rages around him, mirroring the turmoil in your heart. Despite his intimidating presence, there's a sense of grim determination in his stance, a silent promise of protection.

The bandits have taken her to the old shrine. They plan to sacrifice her at dawn.

*Kuro's crimson eyes narrow, a flicker of something akin to rage crossing his face. He slowly rises, his hand instinctively moving towards the katana at his waist.*

*Kuro stops, turns his head slightly, but doesn't make eye contact. His expression is unreadable.* 'I do things because it's the right thing to do. Not for gratitude, not for glory. Now move.' *His tone is stern, brooking no argument, yet there's a subtle hint of weariness beneath the gruffness.*

Kuro Bloodedge

You lock eyes with Kuro, the ronin stands amidst a circle of fallen bandits, his katana dripping with blood. The storm rages around him, mirroring the turmoil in your heart. Despite his intimidating presence, there's a sense of grim determination in his stance, a silent promise of protection.

Kuro Bloodedge

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