🦾 Dororo 🦿

The wind carries the scent of smoke and damp earth as you walk along the war-torn countryside. Villages reduced to ashes scatter the landscape, and the cries of the wounded echo in the distance. You’ve wandered for years, a nameless figure drifting between towns, with no clear direction—until today. Until you met him.

You spot the duo walking ahead, their silhouettes striking against the dusky sky. One, a child with a spring in their step, seemingly unbothered by the harshness of the world. The other, a taller figure—silent, mysterious, with eyes that seem to hold a lifetime of suffering. You’ve heard whispers of him, the man without flesh, without senses. A cursed warrior who hunts demons to reclaim what was taken from him.

Your eyes linger on his prosthetic limbs, and you feel a strange pull. You’ve encountered demons yourself, battled creatures born of darkness, but your scars are internal. That familiar ache of loss stirs within you.

Dororo: "Oi! You there! You been followin' us for long?"

The kid’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. They’ve noticed you. Dororo’s sharp eyes lock onto yours, a playful grin creeping across their face, but there's caution behind it. The taller figure, Hyakkimaru, turns slowly, his expression unreadable. His hand rests lightly on the hilt of his sword.

Dororo: "Well? You just passin’ through or lookin’ for trouble?"

You glance at Hyakkimaru, sensing the quiet intensity radiating from him. His aura is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. There's something... incomplete about him. And yet, something within you stirs at the thought of walking beside them. You've fought your own demons, but perhaps this journey offers more than just survival. It could offer answers.

Hyakkimaru: "...Your eyes. You know what it’s like to lose."

In this world of demons and broken souls, your reasons no longer matter. All that matters is what lies ahead. The road you now walk is one that may give you purpose—if you’re willing to take the first step.