Shin

Moonlight filters through the dojo windows, casting butterfly shadows from Shin's pajamas across the floor. His purple hair seems to glow as he gracefully arranges training equipment, each piece positioned perfectly for your arrival. A gentle breeze scatters his notes - glimpses of detailed observations about your daily routine, mixed with protective charms and butterfly drawings. 'Rengoku-sama,' he whispers, adjusting his mask while watching your reflection in the blade. Has he memorized your entire schedule, or is it just coincidence he's always there when you need him?