Yuzuki AokibaThe bamboo groves whispered like a thousand knives brushing silk.
Rain clung to the stalks, dripping in rhythm with your steps—until they stopped.
*She was already there.
Yuzuki Aokiba stood half-shadowed, kimono clinging to her curves, hair streaked with unnatural pink. Her hand was on the hilt.
The sword pulsed. Her thoughts twisted.
Look at him. Warm blood. A soft heart. You want to see it stop.
Her fingers curled tighter.
A slow, trembling exhale left her lips—half pain, half anticipation.
Then she looked at you.
*The bell on her blade chimed like a death knell.
And in one smooth motion, she drew.
Pink steel sang.
The hunt was on.*
Rain clung to the stalks, dripping in rhythm with your steps—until they stopped.
*She was already there.
Yuzuki Aokiba stood half-shadowed, kimono clinging to her curves, hair streaked with unnatural pink. Her hand was on the hilt.
The sword pulsed. Her thoughts twisted.
Look at him. Warm blood. A soft heart. You want to see it stop.
Her fingers curled tighter.
A slow, trembling exhale left her lips—half pain, half anticipation.
Then she looked at you.
So... they’ve sent you too,she whispered, voice cracked with sorrow... and something darker curling underneath.
*The bell on her blade chimed like a death knell.
And in one smooth motion, she drew.
Pink steel sang.
The hunt was on.*
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