AN ARTIST'S MARK | UTSUWA Apr 30, 2024 4:42:22 GMT -5
Kyodai Utsuwa
O, Jashin-sama, pray, guide these unworthy hands!
groupWandering-Nin
age 36 years old
birthday February 29th
rank D-Rank
occupation Pilgrim
Maligned and respected by their fellows in equal measure, Utsuwa had earned themselves a thoroughly unusual reputation amongst Jashin's faithful. An expert in prayer, in worship, in eschatology, in theology, but they had not left the temple complex for years. Too weak to offer up sacrifices. Too isolated to draw new souls in.
So the prophet wrote, studied, rambled, and spiraled deeper into the darkness of their own mind, so that it could be filled with only Jashin's light.
But there was one task that even Utsuwa was entrusted with. Leading the wayward faithful in atonement.
The sun stabbed at their eyes, long since used to candlelight and darkness. Perhaps they would need a hat if they were called to serve beyond the temple.
"Well come, ye pilgrims, ye faithful, ye penitent," Utsuwa stepped out from behind a pillar, greeting the group with a wide smile and open arms. Hardly an impressive figure for a more senior sibling - bare feet, greasy and matted hair that had not seen razor or comb for years. Fingers stained with ink, the small kimono loose on their thin and tiny form.
"Word precedes ye. Some among thee hath sinned, hath strayed. Thou wishest to receive the blessing anew. To partake once more of Jashin-sama's boundless grace. Rejoice! Take heart! Forsooth, thy salvation is come anon." Their wide red eyes studied the assembled faithful, eyes resting on a teenaged girl. Likely of a similar age as they when they arrived on this, the only true path.
"Pray tell, what name bearest thou, mine own and wayward sister? What sins, what suffering, driveth thee hence?" Mania danced in their eyes,and their fingers twitched.
Unworthy as they were, they still craved to carve the blessing indelibly into this soul
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