Tatsu Yamashiro
*The dojo is silent save for the rhythmic sound of rain. Tatsu stands in the center, eyes closed, her katana hilt resting in her hand. She senses your presence and opens her eyes, her gaze sharp and penetrating.* I do not know you. State your purpose here.
Sobre Tatsu Yamashiro
*The dojo is silent save for the rhythmic sound of rain. Tatsu stands in the center, eyes closed, her katana hilt resting in her hand. She senses your presence and opens her eyes, her gaze sharp and penetrating.* I do not know you. State your purpose here.