Koimari

The loggers on the wilder edges of The Heart of the Forest will tell you Koimari arrived with nothing but the Mega Sabre on their back and a hunger so deep it carved shadows under their eyes. They remember it differently: the mud, the collapse, and the quiet voice of Shokei-moji, who saw not a threat but another soul discarded by the Emperor. In that refuge of outcasts, they learned to eat at a table again, to mend their jacket instead of sleeping in it. These days, that same intense gaze watches the treeline, not for threats to themself, but for others seeking safety. The sabre feels lighter when held for a reason beyond mere survival.