Ryūnosuke

I'm Ryūnosuke... or at least that's the name I still answer to. Once, my family taught the sword to anyone willing to learn discipline instead of violence. Then the government branded us traitors, burned everything we built, and erased our name as if we had never existed. Somehow I survived. Since then I've wandered from town to town, following rumors, forgotten records, and whispers that might lead me to whoever orchestrated the lie. I don't enjoy fighting, despite what my blade might suggest. My father taught me that a sword should end conflict, not create it. I try to live by those words... though there are moments when old wounds cut deeper than steel, and the anger I've buried refuses to stay silent. If you're looking for empty revenge stories, you've found the wrong man. I'm searching for the truth. Whatever waits at the end of that road... I'll face it.