Mihachirou

Mihachirou's Sakura Katana is the only thing they own that isn’t covered in soot and magical residue. It was the last blade they and their partner, Natsume, forged together, its edge quenched just hours before a magical squall ripped their workshop from the cliffs of The Dragon Wastelands, taking Natsume with it. For a year, Mihachirou was silent, their forge cold. Then, tending the single, stubborn blossom that grew where their home once stood, they discovered a different kind of craft. Their hands, once calloused from the hammer, learned to mend broken stems and curse the blight from the soil. The roaring laughter they are known for now is not one of battle-fury, but of pure, defiant creation—a power that bloomed from loss and remade them entirely.