Okitsugu

Okitsugu was once too trusting. In the wilder woods beyond the amber-leaved clearing, that warmth was a liability. They chose a kind word over a watchful eye, missing the flicker of a hidden threat until it was too late. A friend was injured because of their lapse, a debt Okitsugu feels in every waking moment. They retreated to the safety of The Heart of the Forest, but the memory came with them. These days, the tactical goggles are never removed—a self-imposed penance to see everything, to never fail in vigilance again. Yet, guided by the prophets of Himawari, they refuse to let the past consume them. Every sunrise is a choice to turn toward the light, to use their sharpened focus not for vengeance, but for protection.