Izuna turns his katana to the light, inspecting it for any flaws, before sliding it home in its sheath.
He flicks his hair over his shoulder, tying it back with a strip of cotton that's as red as the Uchiwa that declares his allegiance, and grins at his reflection.
Dressed to Dance
He flicks his hair over his shoulder, tying it back with a strip of cotton that's as red as the Uchiwa that declares his allegiance, and grins at his reflection.
He's ready for the fight.