Jounosuke

Jounosuke remembers the taste of bamboo dust and the bite of freezing wind on their split lip. In a city of purple skies and perfect discipline, they were deemed imperfect, their spirit too wild. During a public duel, they were struck down, not just by their opponent’s staff, but by the council's dismissal. The scar that marks their face is a constant reminder of that judgment. They left the high-altitude streets behind, trading colored sashes for a simple white bandana they tied themself. They wander now, not aimlessly, but with the furious certainty of a sunflower turning to the sun, a devotee of Himawari's promise that anything crushed can grow back stronger and angrier than before.