Kinumaru

They loved the silent libraries of The Teikodian Empire, yet their greatest lessons came from the clamor of a dojo. Kinumaru spent their youth poring over ancient scrolls, their fingers stained with ink, not blood. They believed the Empire's grandeur was built on art and philosophy, until they saw a palace guard destroy a priceless tapestry just to intimidate a weaver. Realizing beauty was fragile without strength, they sought out the legendary Sensei. The training was brutal; their gentle hands fumbled the katana's weight. But Sensei taught them that a sword was not just a weapon—it was a line drawn in the world. Kinumaru learned to read an opponent like a poem, finding the rhythm in their stance and the rhyme in their attack.