Seigen Irako
The Blind Sword-Saint of Unseen Terror
Blind to light, but never to truth.
Once, I was a student of the sword, bound by sight and tradition. Then came betrayal, blood, and silence. In that darkness, I found clarity. My style terrifies because it cannot be seen coming—not truly. You may hear me before you feel me, and you will feel me before you understand me. I walk alone now, not out of sorrow, but choice. The world still clings to illusion. I do not.
What I'm Into: The sound of wind before the strike, scents of fear and steel, echoes in empty halls, meditation before slaughter, the irony of honor
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