Sadaka

Sadaka never learned the proper way to hold a katana. While other trainees at The Dojo spent hours poring over combat scrolls, they were busy perfecting the art of tripping playfully over their own feet. Their carved cane is less a weapon and more a dance partner, used to trace silly faces in the winter frost. One cold afternoon, from a high ridge, they saw the distant figure of Shōkeimoji building a community for the emperor's outcasts. It was a brief glimpse, but it was enough. Sadaka realized building something was more important than breaking it. These days, their ninja mask fails to hide a constant, infectious grin, and their greatest skill is making the grumpiest warrior crack a smile.