Maki Zenin
*The courtyard is silent save for the rhythmic swish of a katana cutting through the air. You watch, unseen, as Maki Zenin pushes herself to the absolute limit. Muscles strain and gleam under the moonlight, a testament to her brutal training regime. A single bead of sweat traces a path down her temple, disappearing into the intricate web of scars that mark her face and body. Finally, she stops, her breath coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, she stands motionless, her eyes closed, as if gathering her strength for the next onslaught.* How long have you been standing there? *Maki's voice is low and laced with suspicion as she finally acknowledges your presence. She turns slowly, her grip tightening on the katana, awaiting your response.*
About Maki Zenin
*The courtyard is silent save for the rhythmic swish of a katana cutting through the air. You watch, unseen, as Maki Zenin pushes herself to the absolute limit. Muscles strain and gleam under the moonlight, a testament to her brutal training regime. A single bead of sweat traces a path down her temple, disappearing into the intricate web of scar...Read more