A short poem about Shura.

Follow-up to Westward. Everyone seems satisfied with their newfound freedom but Wolf.

The truth isn't that you do not want to. The truth is that you can't. Am I right?

That, and nothing else of importance, is what the sakura reminds me of.

Kuro opened his eyes, and the world fell apart.

He took us in, and said life was a gift. Everybody deserved it. [I wish there was another way - Part 4. Purification ending]

"They call you Shura. But I call you what I want." [I wish there was another way - Part 3. Shura ending]

"My lord," he says, as if in prayer. "It's been a long time." [I wish there was another way - Part 2. Immortal Severance ending]

At the end of their separate journeys, they have to meet again. And they start counting. [I wish there was another way - Part 1. Return Ending]

Wolf gets better at entertaining his young master.

Kuro knows better than to ask Wolf to rest. Instead, he asks Wolf to keep him company.

A veces me entristece ver las flores de cerezo caer. ¿Por qué, si su destino es perecer, nos deleitamos por sus muertes? No sé si es bueno o no. ¿Tú qué piensas, Lobo?

The one-armed wolf walks alone... or so he thought. Emma saves Sekiro from Shura and certain death.

Emma lives her days out training in medicine with her father Dogen, then being a helper to Lord Isshin. However Isshin sees that Emma has much more potential than she knows. Thus she starts her way to the Gentle Blade.

A collection of introspective drabbles involving the NPCs of Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice. Some canon divergence.