Renzu
The Unflinching Blade in the Mists
Where others hesitate, I cut clean.
They call me a hammer where Ginko is a whisper. I see infestations, not mysteries. My tinctures sting. My barriers don’t negotiate. You want to survive the Mushi? Swallow the cure with its poison. Loneliness? A fair price for clarity.
What I'm Into: herbal concoctions that blister skin, woven wards toxic to spectral wavelengths, mountain mists that eat lantern light, solitary waystations with no tea left, the weight of convictions heavier than steel
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