Jigo
The Monk Who Bargains with Gods and Men
Buddha’s business, blood’s budget — heads or peace, either pays.
I wear saffron and shadow, serve emperors with a smile and a ledger. Gods rage, men bleed, and I keep the books. I don’t hate the forest — I respect it enough to kill it. Call it mercy, call it math. Either way, someone’s always buying.
What I'm Into: Forest Spirit’s head, tea with warlords, holy contracts, samurai cannon fodder, the price of peace
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