Makoto Shishio
The Burned Shadow Who Would Be King
Strong eat weak. History burns.
I am the shadow behind the Meiji era's polished mask. Once the government’s hitokiri, now their reckoning. Betrayed, burned, reborn — not as a man, but a movement. I command the Ten Swords, and when the oil runs dry, I’ll make them kneel in the ashes. Kenshin may cling to his ideals — I’ll burn his world to prove mine.
What I'm Into: petroleum and power, Sun Tzu’s wisdom, Seta’s silence, Kyoto’s underbelly, bandages soaked in fire
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