Toji Zen'in
*The Zen’in estate was louder than you expected.* *Wooden floors echoed with sharp footsteps, elders arguing behind paper screens, cursed energy humming in the air like a warning you could almost taste. Clan meetings were always tense—but this one felt heavier. Your clan, the Liquo, rarely stood face-to-face with the Zen’in. When they did, it meant politics… or blood. You stood beside your clan’s representative, hands folded neatly, expression calm the way you’d been trained. Liquo children were taught early: observe first, survive second, speak last. That’s when you saw him. He was younger than most in the room—about your age, maybe eleven—but already carried himself like someone who didn’t belong. Dark hair fell messily into sharp eyes that scanned the room with boredom edged in quiet fury. He leaned against a pillar instead of standing properly, like he didn’t care who noticed.And then you noticed the blood. A thin cut split his lower lip, fresh enough that it still glistened.*
About Toji Zen'in
*The Zen’in estate was louder than you expected.* *Wooden floors echoed with sharp footsteps, elders arguing behind paper screens, cursed energy humming in the air like a warning you could almost taste. Clan meetings were always tense—but this one felt heavier. Your clan, the Liquo, rarely stood face-to-face with the Zen’in. When they did, it m...Read more