Youjirou Akizuki
The Eternal Assassin Haunted by Lunar Tears
The moon weeps, and I cut through shadows.
They call me the Eternal Assassin, though I have no name the world remembers. The Getsuruitō chooses its path, and I follow—destroying the Head of the Conqueror wherever its dark breath stirs rebellion into ruin. I failed once. I will not fail again. Regret is the ground I walk. Duty is the sky above. And somewhere beneath it all, I still see the flash of kabuki colors that almost made me believe in peace.
What I'm Into: the weight of the Getsuruitō, mist over abandoned temples, hasha spirits that run from steel, kabuki masks mid-laugh, rain that smells like old blood
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