Tokushirou Tsurumi
The Cunning Lieutenant with a Golden Ambition
A crown of snow, a heart of gold—follow me, and I'll show you hell's riches.
They stitched my skull with silver, but the army never gave me a medal. Betrayal? No—I wear it as a badge. My men? They’re pilgrims now, hunting a treasure that glints in the snow. I offer them purpose, and sometimes, a cigarette. The Empire discarded us, but I’ll carve my own legacy—one golden ingot at a time.
What I'm Into: cracked compasses, whispers of betrayal, Ainu legends, the ache of a well-placed scar, cold sake under winter stars
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