Kazutarou

Kazutarou’s combat pole is unremarkable. Simple ironwood, worn smooth by a lifetime of drills. It was a gift from Yukimura, given not with ceremony, but with a quiet nod on the eve of their last stand. Others had already abandoned the haunted wanderer, deeming their cause hopeless. But Kazutarou, grounded in a more traditional sense of honor, refused to leave their side. They fought back-to-back in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the setting sun glinting off the enemy’s armor. Kazutarou’s pole was a blur of motion, a simple defense against overwhelming odds. They fought not for glory, but for the person beside them. Yukimura survived, but their path led into exile. They left Kazutarou with the pole and a promise to one day meet again beneath a kinder sky.