Blackfeather Woods the assassin's road

So, was he a man to be feared? At least, if one were to believe his own words. A man who could make Shinjou's father tremble, perhaps? In any case, he bore the scars of a seasoned warrior—or those of a vanquished man, carved by fate and defeat alike.

There was something in his presence that intrigued the man beneath the black hood. When the scarred one turned away, daring to present his back as if to prove his indifference, Shinjou's expression darkened. A man of honor and faith, he had claimed to be—yet did he not possess something unsettling? If not outright fearsome, then at the very least, imposing? His tail lashed the air, a telltale sign of wounded pride.

Well… consider yourself fortunate as well, he muttered, petulant as a spoiled child, before striding forward with an arrogance too great for his years. What I see is an old, battle-worn man who scavenges like a vulture, he sneered.

A man who could not even send his prey to its death by his own hand—some samurai you are… His words, sharp as steel, cut through the air, his chest swelling with misplaced confidence. So forgive me if I find it difficult to believe you are truly a lord. Ushiyo Kikyō? I have never heard that name.

With deliberate steps, he placed himself between the man and his carrion—an unmistakable challenge. The reckless youth…

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