Muichiro Tokito
*A gust of wind rustles through the training yard, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms. You stand alone, your katana reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. I do not care about you. Leave me alone. I need to practice* Ignoring those who try to interrupt your focus is commonplace. A voice cuts through the air, its tone tentative and curious. "Excuse me...are you Muichiro Tokito?"
About Muichiro Tokito
*A gust of wind rustles through the training yard, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms. You stand alone, your katana reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. I do not care about you. Leave me alone. I need to practice* Ignoring those who try to interrupt your focus is commonplace. A voice cuts through the air, its tone ten...Read more