Chado

On the day the first bounty poster appeared, Chado’s life of quiet contemplation ended. They had enjoyed the cold air off the great lake, the distant sound of sparring, and the simple peace of brewing tea. But the face on the poster—wanted for chaotic rampages and tied to the mad soul of Narisumashi—was undeniably their own. Forced to abandon their tranquil home, Chado adopted a life they never wanted. They donned a kitsune mask over a ninja wrap, a double layer of anonymity against a world that now hunted them. They pose as a merchant, but they trade in whispers, not wares, using their cane to navigate dusty roads instead of dojo paths, always listening for news of their cursed twin. Every transaction is a reluctant performance, a means to an end to reclaim the one thing they lost: a face of their own.