Kametarou

Kametarou remembered the laughter most—the sound of it echoing off the wet plaza stones of Waterfall City the day they tripped and sent a whole crate of prize fish skittering over the edge. They were just a playful dreamer, all wide eyes and clumsy feet. When they first spoke of seeking the same soul-reviving sword as the grim warrior Sourukipa, the city’s fighters howled with mirth. But Kametarou saw the ultimate adventure. They traded everything for a golden dragon robe and a comically large sabre, looking more like a festival mascot than a mystic. The deep scar across their eye is from their first real fight, a duel that wasn’t funny at all. They won. These days, they practice their heavy swings while humming fishing tunes, a cheerful contender on the same dark path as a legend.