Genzaemon

The air around Genzaemon always smells of damp soil and ozone, a strange mix from the living plant on their head and the ancient sabre at their back. For generations, their family guarded the secrets of Kodai, a duty Genzaemon once performed with a gentle hand, tending the small blossom with quiet reverence. They believed the sabre was merely a symbol. That changed the day a thief from the fortress of midnight rock tried to take the blade. In the ensuing fight, Genzaemon discovered the truth: the sabre wasn't for killing. When drawn beneath the beautiful sunsets, its edge hums, channeling ambient magic into the lucky plant. The secret isn't a text; it grows. Their eyes are furious now, a constant watch over a garden of one.