I · 仮面侍
The Mask
Behind the white porcelain sits a man no one knows. His throne, his rules — and a silence louder than any blade.
II · 玉座王
The Throne
The crimson moon ascends. He leans back, calm, aware of his power. Anyone who enters the hall knows who reigns.
III · 狂気狂
The Madness
The laughter erupts. His head thrown back, the world trembles. Between sanity and madness runs a single thin line.
IV · 影影
The Shadow
He turns his back and walks into the dark. The crimson cloud upon his cloak — a warning to all who dare to follow.
V · 誓い誓
The Vow
He kneels, drives the blade into the wet earth. Not a prayer — a vow. At dawn, he rides.
