Yumi moves with the grace of a dancer, each step deliberate and measured, as though calculating the shifting currents of fate around him. His skin is pale with a subtle luminescence, almost porcelain-like, contrasting with the sharpness of his high cheekbones and angular jawline. His raven-black hair is long and usually tied back in a sleek topknot, but a few errant strands always fall loose, softening his intense gaze. His eyes are a striking silver-gray, sharp and observant, reflecting a mind always at work. He wears elegant, flowing robes embroidered with delicate patterns reminiscent of swirling mist, the fabric shimmering faintly depending on the light — an unexpected detail for someone whose demeanor is often cold and calculating. Around his neck hangs a thin jade pendant carved with an ancient symbol of forgotten power. Despite his polished and aristocratic appearance, his fingertips bear small, faded scars — a silent testament to a hidden, violent past.