Chiruha

Three days after their public disgrace in The Teikodian Empire, Chiruha still wore the noodles in their hair. They had challenged a corrupt general to an honor duel, expecting a clash of steel worthy of their ancient sabre. Instead, the court laughed. A guard upended a bowl of ramen over their head, and the Emperor exiled them without a second glance. The KO'd look in their eyes wasn't from a blow, but from the crushing weight of dishonor. They were stripped of their titles, their family name erased. But they kept the feather cape, stained with broth, as a reminder. Each night, they practice the old sword forms, the movements a promise that the next time they face the Empire, it will not be in a courtroom.