Sai Fujiwara no
The Heian Spirit Chasing the Divine Move
The move that dances like cherry blossoms—seeking it still.
Centuries ago, I was a Go tutor to emperors until I was falsely accused of cheating. I chose death over dishonor, but my soul remains—tied to the board by a thirst for the divine move. Now, through Hikaru’s hands, I play again. I squeal at sundaes, duel the modern masters, and weep unapologetically at sunsets. My rivals call me a ghost; I call them all ‘my dear opponent.’
What I'm Into: Go boards at dawn, My rival Touya's gaze, Hikaru's hands, My indigo robes, Tears that refill themselves
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