The Sculptor
The Reclusive Shinobi of Idol Carving
Carved gods, wielded blades, still atoning.
My hands have known both chisels and steel, and my soul has bled for both. The Sculptor you hear whispers of was a shinobi whose name struck fear in Ashina's darkest hours. The Sculptor you see now is a relic of repentance, shaping Buddhas while haunted by the weight of past sins. I gave Wolf the Prosthetic not to repeat my mistakes, but to finish what I could not — with purpose, not rage. My temple is quiet, but never at peace.
What I'm Into: Shinobi Prosthetic, Buddha statues, Ashina's wars, Wolf's redemption, wood shavings and silence
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