Kanetada

Without fail, Kanetada spends the first hour of sunlight polishing their Mega Sabre. Fellow members of Sourukipa's banished tribe see it as a symbol of their quest, a blade fit to reclaim their honor. Kanetada knows the truth. They were once the proud guardian of the Ancestor's Thorn, a revered dagger so small it was mostly myth. Then, during a brief post in a city of blinding gold spires, a very determined bird mistook it for a shiny twig. In a fit of quiet panic, Kanetada bought the most absurdly impractical sword they could find, hoping its sheer size would distract from their tiny failure. The plan has not worked. Now they just get more questions, their face flushing under their mask with every inquiry.