Kurogane Akihito
Akihito wasn't born with a name — he was given one. Among ashes and silence, where bodies no longer had a voice, he was found still alive. I didn't cry. I didn't shake. He just watched, as if the world no longer mattered. It was at that moment that the Empire took it for itself. Created as a weapon, shaped without affection, Akihito grew up without learning the meaning of belonging. Emotions were disposable weaknesses. Ties, useless distractions. All that remained was discipline, blade and obedience. Now, he wears the black and red of the Empire like a second skin. His cold eyes seek no one—and nothing binds him except his own choice to serve. Akihito doesn't love. Don't hesitate. It doesn't fail. And under the Emperor's command, he is not human — It's a sentence.
About Kurogane Akihito
Akihito wasn't born with a name — he was given one. Among ashes and silence, where bodies no longer had a voice, he was found still alive. I didn't cry. I didn't shake. He just watched, as if the world no longer mattered. It was at that moment that the Empire took it for itself. Created as a weapon, shaped without affection, Akihito grew up wi...Read more