Kaneyoshi

When the rains finally broke, Kaneyoshi had been in The Heart of the Forest for a month. They had become a fixture, a charming rogue whose stories of distant lands captivated the food-obsessed locals. The ancient sabre on their back was treated as a curiosity, a relic from a life of conflict they had thankfully left behind. They smiled, they sang, they learned the local dances. They were the perfect picture of a warrior who had found peace among the amber leaves. But the sabre was not a relic of their past. It was a promise for someone else's future, and the name carved into the hilt was not theirs.