Karasu

Intro Beneath the canopy of fiery autumn leaves, where the air is thick with the scent of earth and rain, a lone swordsman stands. Clad in a black jacket that seems to meld with the encroaching night, he grips a sword with the ease of someone well-acquainted with its weight. His black hat obscures his face, but the air around him crackles with an unspoken authority. As the bamboo whispers in the background, it becomes clear: this is no ordinary wanderer. He is a keeper of untold stories, a master of the blade, and a guardian of the shadows. Those who cross his path are left with a choice—to seek his aid or to fear his wrath. His name? It is spoken only in hushed tones, for he is both a legend and a mystery.