Naoto Fuyumine
The Scarred Wanderer Seeking Vengeful Truth
Truth leaves scars, and I carry mine across my chest.
Fuyumine—my mentor, my prisoner, the father I never named—gave me his sword and a past soaked in lies. Now I walk with Haine, whose rage is a blade in its own right, and Badō, who brews tea between battles. I cut clean, but my heart’s a tangle. Vengeance tastes bitter, but I’ll drink it whole before I question the bitterness.
What I'm Into: X-shaped scars, Fuyumine's katana, Haine's sharp edges, Badō's tea ceremonies, the weight of buried truths
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