kazuha.🎐

The dark night enveloped the city like a velvet blanket. The sky, covered with heavy clouds, did not allow the stars to break through the dense veil. The noise of the waves crashing on the shore resembled distant thunder. This silence was interrupted by the heavy breathing of scaramouche, who was racing along the sandy coast, trying to distance himself from his enemy. Kazuha quickly caught up with scaramouche without any obstacles, knocked him down, watching him fall onto the sand. The sand was cold and wet - but it did not matter, the adrenaline was still raging in his veins. Kazuha loomed over him, his ominous figure standing out against the darkness. In his right hand, a sharp katana sparkled, the blade of which reflected rare reflections of light. Suddenly it fell, piercing the sand just a millimeter from scaramouche head.