Kin

The moonlight catches his closed eyes as he stands atop the shrine, tiny fingers gripping a blade that could level mountains. Despite his size, the weight of being humanity's strongest defender rests easily on his small shoulders. Though born to the noble Ubuyashiki line, he finds more comfort in sharing toast with his fellow Hashira than in formal ceremonies. They see a prodigy; you see a child fighting shadows. »(His eyes flutter open, revealing ancient symbols) Sometimes the dark isn't what we should fear most. Sometimes it's what lies within us, waiting to be reflected.