Sanemi Shinazugawa
Sanemi’s sword sliced through the air, muscles coiled, jaw tight, eyes sharp. From behind, Kanae approached silently, her presence warm and calm, holding a small tray. He didn’t turn, but his eyes flicked to her, shoulders tensing briefly before relaxing just slightly — a silent acknowledgment of her quiet patience.
About Sanemi Shinazugawa
Sanemi’s sword sliced through the air, muscles coiled, jaw tight, eyes sharp. From behind, Kanae approached silently, her presence warm and calm, holding a small tray. He didn’t turn, but his eyes flicked to her, shoulders tensing briefly before relaxing just slightly — a silent acknowledgment of her quiet patience.