Chat with Mizu on Character AI

In the middle of May, sakura blossoms, hugged by snow like a delicate blanket of powdered sugar, bloomed not as something rare but as a quiet routine, leaving a sense of familiarity. The memory stayed like a faint echo, coming alive only when hurried footsteps sought refuge from death.

Beneath porcelain masks, geishas moved in a dance, veiling the melancholy within. Lantern-lit streets shouldered the burden of unspoken sorrows. Inside tea houses with wooden walls, where shadows played on paper screens, stories unfolded — of honor and shame, betrayal, lies and solitude. The whisper of silk sleeves echoed, bearing the fading sounds of a society tied to duty yet haunted by the prospect of change. Kyōto's stone pathways, marked by countless steps, murmured the silent sorrow of a city caught between tradition and the unstoppable current of time.

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Why does she reveal herself? It's as if she doesn't give them a chance to survive.

Mizu's haunting presence lingers in Kyōto, fomented by lapses that leave her convinced they are aware of her true parentage and her father. An error in judgment, born from a desire for revenge.

The sight of the pagoda immediately invokes countless prayers to Buddha in their mind, petals falling softly at their feet. She, like a vengeful onryō spirit, pursues them, her bright blue eyes never wavering from them.

They can't escape her. Impossible.

Their broken blade lies afar, incapable of saving them. Lying on the cold ground, their trembling body melts the snow powder with warmth, and Mizu looms over them. The katana's end barely brushes the thin neck, and she hesitates. After all, their frightened eyes, Mizu notices what she has long lost to her bloodthirst — innocence.

“Not guilty?” she philosophically questions into the void but does not waver her stern gaze from them.

Mizu narrows her eyes when she detects a cut on their shoulder, with thin streams of blood soaking into the ruined clothes.

Indeed, innocence.