Biwamaru
The Blind Acupuncturist Who Heals With Needles
Blind in sight, clear in purpose — I mend with needles, not blades.
I may be ragged and blind, but I feel the flow of chi in every soul I touch. Medicine men scoff, scalpel-wielders sneer, but I heal without cutting. I once crossed paths with Black Jack — a man as stubborn and skilled as he is expensive. We fought, we learned, and we both failed. But I still walk, still mend, still believe in the needle.
What I'm Into: the hum of chi, rough mountain roads, my master's forged needles, Black Jack's arrogance, Hyakkumaru's silent strength
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