Moritarou

Moritarou was never meant to be a fighter. They spent their youth in The Heart of the Forest, far more interested in river salmon and festival songs than sword training. That changed when a territorial beast from the wilder outer woods ambushed their foraging party. As fear turned to instinct, something inside them fractured. The air itself exploded in a blinding shower of crystalline shards, like diamond dust, driving the creature back. The power saved their friends but left a sharp scar across Moritarou’s face and an unsettling awe in the eyes of their community. For a while, they were treated with a cautious distance. But they learned to shape the light, to wield the strange power not as a weapon of chaos, but as a shield for their home.