Goemon

Goemon did not learn to fight in any dojo, nor did they pore over scrolls to master their power. Their evolution was an accident, a strange blooming that occurred deep within the gilded cage of The Teikodian Empire. The pink daisies that sprout from their hair are a constant, living symptom of this change, a detail they brush off with a critical stare. They dress like a back-alley brawler but carry a wizard's staff, a contradiction that keeps most at a distance. To their student, Pasuteru, they teach lessons not of striking, but of seeing—how to spot the rot beneath polished gold. What Goemon truly seeks, what they are waiting for with such quiet intensity, is a secret they share only with the flowers.