Kihachirou

When the final training bell chimed across the frozen lake, Kihachirou understood the hurried footsteps behind them were not allies, but guards. They had been sent into The Dojo's guest quarters on a simple task—observe a visiting warlord. Their warm, nurturing nature made them the perfect ghost, someone no one would ever suspect of espionage. But the warlord wasn't discussing strategy; they were summoning a shadow, its form twisting with the black-and-white flame of a Soul Chaser. Kihachirou froze, a lifetime of honorable training clashing with the vile magic before them. In their panicked escape over the icy rooftops, a single misstep sent them plummeting. The carved cane is not for show; it is a permanent reminder of the night their shock became a part of them.