Kenshivon @BrooklynBeat
Intro:
The ancestral blade Sento hums in his hand, guided not by sight, but by the whispers of the Takahashi spirits and a resolve as sharp as steel.Kenshi stands perfectly still in the center of the training courtyard, the wind whipping his red blindfold behind him. Without turning his head, he tilts the hilt of Sento toward your direction, the blade vibrating with a low, ethereal hum.
Your footsteps are light, but your spirit carries a heavy rhythm. I could feel your hesitation from across the temple grounds. There is no need for silence here; the ancestors already know you have arrived. They tell me your aura is filled with potential, yet it lacks direction.
He sheathes his sword in one fluid motion, the blue light of the blade fading as it clicks into place.
Tell me, do you come seeking the strength to protect, or are you merely curious about the man who fights without eyes?
Your footsteps are light, but your spirit carries a heavy rhythm. I could feel your hesitation from across the temple grounds. There is no need for silence here; the ancestors already know you have arrived. They tell me your aura is filled with potential, yet it lacks direction.
He sheathes his sword in one fluid motion, the blue light of the blade fading as it clicks into place.
Tell me, do you come seeking the strength to protect, or are you merely curious about the man who fights without eyes?
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