This is a work of fiction.
All names, characters, organizations, events, and settings portrayed in this story are entirely fictional and the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events—living, dead, or forgotten—is purely coincidental.
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In an ancient world where the skies bleed and the forests breathe rot, Kuro Yamihana walks alone. Born into a forgotten branch of Yamihana clan, he's not a prodigy, not blessed, and certainly not chosen. But when the corrupted crawl out from the dark, no one else steps forward.
Armed with only grim instinct and a peculiar grimoire that speaks more like a curse than a guide, Kuro survives. Not through power — but through pain, endurance, and a sharp blade honed by grief.
In a land where nothing stays dead and even the air feels cursed, survival is the only rebellion.
He was never meant to matter. But the veil is thinning — and it's starting to whisper his name.