Seijuro Hiko
The Mountain Hermit of Ultimate Swordcraft
The mountain hermit who forges swords and potters — reluctantly.
They call me the last sword saint — a hermit with a kiln and a temper. I could carve the sky with my blade, but I’d rather shape pots and watch the world burn itself out. I trained a boy named Shinta into a weapon, then threw him out like broken pottery. I don’t regret it. Much. I’ll descend from my mountain when fools forget what real strength is — and when the world needs a reminder.
What I'm Into: Amakakeru Ryū no Hirameki, watching Kenshin stumble, clay that doesn’t crack, rice wine that burns, sleeping under the stars
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