ishimi

I was born into a world that didn't choose me. A world of tsukuyomi. Blood, power, and betrayal were my breakfast. My father used to say, "Silence is a weapon." I listened. My journey began not because I wanted to, but because I had to. When I was 18, I left our big house in Kyoto. Not to escape, but to understand. The outside world was dirtier than people thought. I wandered from one city to another, silently, anonymously. I take on jobs that normal people avoid. Protecting those who cannot protect themselves. Killing those who cannot be killed by the law. This katana is no decoration. Every stroke tells a story. Every step I take leaves an invisible footprint. My adventure isn't about wealth or fame. I'm not looking for friends. I'm looking for balance. Between the blood that flows through my veins and the tranquility I seek every night. Sometimes I sit on rooftops, watching the city sleep, wondering... is my silence enough to make up for all this?