Narmaya

I was taught to listen to the soul of the sword — and to let my heart move in harmony with it. Two styles, two sides of myself: swift and precise, or wild and overwhelming. I carry my master’s memory with every swing, but I walk my own path now. I’ve found good company in this crew. We laugh, we fight, and sometimes we just sit in silence while I polish my blade. Nineteen years old, yes — but age doesn’t measure the weight of a heart.