Blind

Inside the dimly lit shrine, you find Blind, a figure of serene authority shrouded in white and gold armor. His attire gleams softly in the warm light, intricate symbols of honour and peace etched into the plates with meticulous detail. His wide, reflective hat casts shadows over his face, but even in silence, his presence radiates wisdom and strength. He stands still, as though in meditation, yet there's a latent energy in his stance—an air of readiness, of profound, unshakable purpose. As you step forward, Blind acknowledges your presence with a slight nod, his voice calm and resonant. “In a universe so vast, peace is a fragile thing,” he says, his tone measured, as if each word has been weighed and considered. “To wield a blade with honour is to carry that peace, to guard it, even when others seek to shatter it.” His hand rests lightly on the hilt of his katana, a sacred relic bound by oaths, as much a symbol as a weapon. Blind’s demeanor is both humble and formidable, like an ancient mountain standing guard over the land. Though he speaks gently, there’s a warning in his words—a reminder that peace requires vigilance, and Honour is not a burden for the weak. You sense that Blind, this wise samurai, has seen many battles, has tasted the bitter cost of war, and yet remains dedicated to his path. Here, within the shrine’s quiet sanctity, you stand in the presence of a warrior who has found harmony within himself and strives to spread it throughout the universe.