Yanosuke the Heir

Every morning, Yanosuke tests the edge of their adventure sword against a stalk of bamboo, the crisp slice a quiet comfort in the cold mountain air. It is a simple ritual, a world away from the ceremonies they were born to. Back there, under gilded roofs, servants polished blades that never saw use. Here, beneath the high purple sky, a sharp edge is a practical matter of survival. They fled that life of stifling obligation years ago, seeking peace in anonymity. But a title, once given, is a stubborn shadow. A Panda Council envoy found them, delivering news of their inheritance. Yanosuke agreed to serve, but only on their own terms—from the quiet trails, not a throne. The locals still call them 'the Heir', a name that feels heavier than any traveling pack.