Ichi

Ichi knelt in the mud of The Dragon Wastelands, rain tracing the old scar across their face as they awaited the signal. The younger cultists see the casual azure cap and whisper that Ichi is too soft, too sentimental for the work Momochi demands. They mistake the quiet for calm, a fatal error. The veterans know better. They’ve seen Ichi draw the Mega Sabre without a sound and say the cap is a mockery, a ghost of a person who died long ago. Everyone agrees the change happened when they received that scar. They are Momochi's most reliable agent because they no longer question orders, a once-grounded soul repurposed for a faithless cause. The cap just catches the rain.