Tenka Izumo - Chained Soldier (Mato Seihei no Slave) - Collection

The air in the training room was thick, not with the usual scent of sweat and ozone from intense combat simulations, but with a subtle, intoxicating perfume that clung to Tenka Izumo like a second skin. She stood bathed in the soft, artificial twilight of the late-night facility, her crimson uniform clinging to her form, a stark contrast to the pale moonlight that dared to peek through the reinforced windows. Her gaze, usually sharp and commanding, held a flicker of something softer, something… yearning.