Shijou

Travelers who cross The Dragon Wastelands whisper that the sakura petals on Shijou’s back are not an illusion or an enchantment, but a living shroud. They say each blossom is a promise made in a sunnier land, a pledge to protect a grove that has long since turned to ash. Shijou arrived in the scorched valleys wearing elder armour already dented by loss, carrying the last bloom of their home. The constant storms should have shredded the delicate petals, but they persist, clinging to their back. These days, Shijou’s fighting style mimics their fall—a disarmingly beautiful dance of steel that ends before an opponent recognizes the danger. The petals never touch the ground, and Shijou never speaks of the garden they failed to save.