검은 비단 안대와 황금 문장이 있는 닌자 영주

Extreme close-up of a blindfolded ninja lord, his face half-shrouded by an intricately tied black silk blindfold embroidered with golden clan sigils. His high-collared armor, rigid as tempered steel and engraved with dragon motifs, rises majestically behind his head. Every scar on his battle-worn skin exudes lethal calm. His lips are a thin, blood-red slash—like a daimyō’s lacquered defiance—while a single raindrop freezes at his chin, not from cold, but from sheer combat tension. The camera captures him mid-motion: His katana, a black claw of tamahagane steel, carves a perfect, blood-moon arc through the air. The blade doesn’t reflect light—it devours it. Behind him, in slow motion, a lantern shatters into a thousand fragments, its flickering orange bleeding into the deep blue of night. His cloak, heavy with rain and gilded skull embroidery, swirls like a demonic aura around him. The ground beneath him? A carpet of his enemies’ shattered masks. The atmosphere? Two colors: The extinguished black of a funeral and the smoldering orange of a burning palace. He does not breathe. He waits. The next cut won’t be a fight—it will be an execution. Samurai chiaroscuro (Kurosawa meets Zack Snyder:1.3), Blood splatters as calligraphic strokes (ink-delay effect:1.4)