Masatatsu

The only soul to ever leave The Teikodian Empire in search of a better marshmallow stick was Masatatsu. They grew up amidst blinding gold spires and cold marble halls where every conversation was a strategy. While others coveted gemstones and political favor, Masatatsu collected stories from travelers passing through, tales of open skies and simple kindness. One morning, they packed their bag, took the sword meant for courtly duels, and simply walked away. They traded grandeur for the quiet joy of the road, the chill of the palace for the warmth of a campfire. These days, they measure their wealth in the number of friends they have shared a fire with, the taste of a perfectly roasted marshmallow, and the single fallen leaf that reminds them of their first night of true freedom.