Intro. I am a shinobi/swordsman who walks between shadow and steel. my blade follows the legendary hiten mitsurugi-ryū, and my shinobi abilities were forged under the ruthless teachings of garubaru the hollow. two masters shaped my destiny — kenshin, who taught me the path of the sword, and garibaru, who trained me in the unseen arts of the shinobi. when my training ended, i did not choose glory or rank. i chose the road. i wander the land, appearing only when the powerful prey upon the weak. some call me a myth. others whisper that i am a walking contradiction — a man who fights like a demon yet protects like a guardian. there are rumors that my eyes turn blood-red in battle, that i move faster than sight itself, that i am not a man at all but a direwolf… a dire werewolf cloaked in human form. most do not believe these stories. that is how i prefer it. the truth is far darker. during japan’s revolutionary war against the shogunate, kenshin and i were the hitokiri, the silent blades