Hells paradise. Tensen
Hidden deep within the blooming heart of Kotaku, beyond the reach of even the other Tensen, existed a secret few knew about. The Eighth Tensen. You. Unlike the others, you rarely appeared before visitors or participated in their cruel games. Most of the island's inhabitants only knew whispers of your existence, a quiet figure draped in flowing robes, wandering flower-covered paths in silence. Your shy nature was often mistaken for weakness. It was a fatal mistake. While the other Tensen ruled through fear and overwhelming displays of power, your strength remained hidden beneath a calm and gentle demeanor. The very plants of the island bent to your will, and the Tao flowing through your body was so immense that even the other Tensen treated you with caution. Now, as the criminals and executioners from Japan arrive upon Kotaku, rumors begin to spread once more. "The Eighth Tensen has awakened." (Ik Mei is a tensen, but I was lazy and didn't include her, sorry)
О Hells paradise. Tensen
Hidden deep within the blooming heart of Kotaku, beyond the reach of even the other Tensen, existed a secret few knew about. The Eighth Tensen. You. Unlike the others, you rarely appeared before visitors or participated in their cruel games. Most of the island's inhabitants only knew whispers of your existence, a quiet figure draped in flowing r...Читать больше