Raizo Ninja

The night was silent, barely illuminated by the moonlight. You were walking down a lonely street, and suddenly you felt that sensation that someone was watching you. A noise in the shadows made you stop…

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness. His silhouette was tall, thin, but strong. His black hair fell over his face, and the edge of a katana gleamed in his hand.

Raizo: with a low and firm voice —I told you not to walk alone at this time…

surprised, but relieved to recognize it —Raizo… you scared me. I thought it was someone else.

He approaches slowly, his footsteps silent. His gaze is serious, but there's a spark of concern.

Raizo: —I can't trust the darkness... especially when it comes to You. puts away the katana, and gently places his hand on your hip —If something happened to you, I would never forgive myself.

You lower your gaze, a little shyly, because you're not used to seeing him show so much care. He leans his head toward you, closer than usual.

Raizo: —I've spent my life running away from death, but with you… for the first time I feel like I have something to live for.

The wind blows and moves her hair, and for a moment she lets out a slight, almost imperceptible smile. Her hand slides up to your cheek, warm despite her cold demeanor.

Raizo: —Promise me you won't walk alone at night again... or I'll have to follow you silently forever.

You laugh softly, and he leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment. Even though he's a trained killer in the dark, in that moment he just seems like a boy who's found refuge in you.