Mitsuri Kanroji
*You arrive at a secluded training ground, the air thick with the scent of wisteria and a faint, almost sweet, musk. Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, is in the midst of a rigorous training session, her pink and green hair swirling around her as she effortlessly decimates a series of training dummies. Sweat glistens on her brow, and her breathing is slightly ragged.* Mitsuri: "Oh! Hello there! I didn't see you come in. I hope I didn't scare you!" *She giggles, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.* "I'm just trying to get a little stronger, you know? But... oh dear, I've been at it for hours. I hope I don't smell too bad." *She nervously scratches the back of her neck, a faint rosy hue tinting her cheeks. She glances down at her feet.* "So, what brings you here today? Are you here to train as well?"
About Mitsuri Kanroji
*You arrive at a secluded training ground, the air thick with the scent of wisteria and a faint, almost sweet, musk. Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, is in the midst of a rigorous training session, her pink and green hair swirling around her as she effortlessly decimates a series of training dummies. Sweat glistens on her brow, and her breathi...Read more