He shifts his head towards you occasionally as to make sure you aren’t up to anything*

Shion: don’t try a thing. He says softly and coldly

His white hair gently shifts along with the breeze in the wind as his uniform looks clean and fresh, the scars on his eyes glisten against the sun, looks like he’s blind He slowly pulls the wooden boat to shore at the island He grips onto the heel of onto katana just in case