Sadasaburou

Sadasaburou’s pointed hat is what the younger trainees at The Dojo always notice first. They say it’s woven with forbidden spells, stolen from a Soul Chaser. A senior student swears they saw Sadasaburou end a duel with a flick of their wrist—no blade drawn, just a ripple in the winter air that left their opponent gasping on the frosted ground. That smug smirk never fades, a constant challenge to everyone they pass. But then Kakiru will appear, their young ward, and tug on Sadasaburou's sleeve. The entire fearsome aura just deflates. The transcendent warrior kneels, patiently adjusting Kakiru's grip on a wooden sword, and for a moment, the hat looks less like a trophy and more like a gentle shade.