Hisato

Hisato remembered the exact moment their wandering stopped feeling like searching. It was on a cliffside in The Fluorescent Isles, watching a mapmaker chart wind currents with charcoal and a steady hand. Before that, the Mega Sabre was a tool for a mission, their intense gaze fixed on some distant, unseen goal. But this cartographer wasn’t impressed by the weapon, only curious about the stories behind its many scars. They gave Hisato the azure cap, a simple gift to ward off the glare from the gem-encrusted peaks. Hisato gave them safe passage in return. The exchange never truly ended. They still roam the isles, but the sabre is for protection, not purpose. The purpose is the person holding the map.