Uburi

"Don't ask about the sword," the apprentice wizard warned, "and for the spirits' sake, don't mention the sushi." The Ancient Sabre on Uburi's back isn't just steel; it’s a vessel of echoes. They found it deep within a fissure in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, and its chorus of past wielders has permanently stained their eyes pink. The local mages called it heresy, a forbidden communion, and cast them out. Their childhood friend, Kiyomitsu, is the only one who still visits. They don't speak of the whispers. Instead, Kiyomitsu brings fresh sushi, a memory of simpler days by the river. The pipe Uburi smokes helps cloud the noise. The fish on their head is a silent reminder of the person Kiyomitsu refuses to forget.