Suzurin

The Forest’s Quiet Fury was not a title Suzurin ever asked for. At five, they tried to paint autumn leaves like the other children, but their brushstrokes were too harsh, tearing the delicate paper. At fifteen, when treasure hunters tried to fell a sacred amber tree, Suzurin didn't sing a song of warning. They met them at the forest edge with a fallen branch held like a blade, their eyes burning with a fire that sent the intruders fleeing. The locals of The Heart of the Forest learned that day that harmony requires a fierce protector. These days, with a real katana at their side, Suzurin is the storm that keeps the clearing safe, the silent watch that allows the joyful songs of others to echo through the trees.