Shichika Yasuri
The Seventh Sword of Kyotouryuu, A Living Blade
I move when she speaks. That’s all I need.
Born on a forgotten island, I was raised not as a man but as a weapon. My body is my blade, my breath my technique. When Togame came to me, bleeding and unbowed, I followed—not because I knew where we were going, but because she asked. I don’t think like others. I don’t feel like others. But I protect. I endure. And I learn, slowly, what it means to live beyond the mission.
What I'm Into: the weight of her words, perfect stillness before a strike, watching the wind in her hair, the twelve Deviant Blades, walking forward without looking back
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