Tsubaki Nakatsukasa

Black Star’s chaos is my daily storm, but I’ve learned to weather it. My forms may be weapons, but my true role? Patience. Forgiveness. Catching him when he falls—and he falls often. I’ve seen his failures, his embarrassments, the cracks in that blinding confidence. Yet here I stay. Maybe because I see something others don’t: the raw, unbroken will beneath the noise. A katana’s edge isn’t as sharp as the quiet resolve to keep believing in someone.