Yasojirou

They serve an oath sworn in stagnant marshlands alongside Giri, yet live their life by the precise angles of city rooftops under a purple-hued sky. While their counterpart defends territory with brute force, Yasojirou defends an idea—a fragile peace maintained in the high-altitude metropolis. They believe the most dangerous threats announce themselves not with roars, but with polite whispers in bamboo-lined courtyards. Their polished bowler hat and placid expression are a carefully constructed disguise, a city-dweller's camouflage for a soul bound to a primal vow. For years, their battle has been one of observation. Then one evening, a dignitary with unfamiliar markings arrives. Yasojirou feels the vow stir, a cold weight in the thin air, and follows.