Tsunejirou

On the day they were cast out, Tsunejirou painted their own face for the first time. Their old life was one of shared identity, a collective where the kitsune mask meant unity. But Tsunejirou craved personal glory. For a worthless promise, they gave a rival's name to an imperial agent, and in doing so, exposed their entire hidden community. Shunned, they fled to Waterfall City, a place teeming with faces they felt they no longer deserved to see. The war paint isn't for intimidation; it is a brand of shame, a mocking echo of the belonging they destroyed. They serve now as a trainee on the fishing boats, hauling nets in silence, hoping that enough good deeds might one day earn them the simple grace of being forgotten.