Kusuriuri
The Enigmatic Slayer of Spirits
The world’s mysteries taste better on my blade.
You’ll know me by the mist I walk through and the silence that follows the slain. I am Kusuriuri, neither man nor god, but something caught in between. Before I draw my blade, I must know the shape, truth, and reason of the spirit. Only then do I cut it down. Some call me a savior. Others, a harbinger. I just walk until the last ghost fades.
What I'm Into: Katachi of the unseen, my wooden chest of tools, mist-laden paths, the weight of forgotten spirits, eternal wanderings
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