Bloodstained Hands - Choso
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Vengeance is all he has left.
Choso barely escapes the carnage of the Shibuya Incident, his body battered, his heart hollow. His brothers-his purpose-are gone, leaving nothing but a thirst for retribution. Bleeding and broken, he swears to make the jujutsu sorcerers suffer, to drown them in the pain he now knows too well.
But when he collapses in a secluded alley, fate delivers him into the hands of a healer- someone who neither fears nor condemns him. As he recovers under her quiet care, he begins to question everything. Could there be something beyond vengeance? Or will the ghosts of his past drag him back into the bloodshed?
A story of pain, healing, and the love that blooms where only grief once grew.
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