Ebijuurou

Ebijuurou braced their combat pole against a dragon's ribcage, using the skeletal arch to shield their small cooking fire from the relentless rain. Steam rose from the bowl in their hands, the scent of wild herbs cutting through the smell of wet stone in The Dragon Wastelands. This was Yukashi's last known path, and for a year, Ebijuurou had walked it fueled by pure rage. But rage starves you. One day, shivering and defeated, they found the exact kind of river-herbs their sibling loved. They brewed a broth, just as Yukashi had taught them. The search for answers died that day, replaced by a new kind of hunt. Now, they explore not for a body, but for ingredients. Each bowl is a memory, a conversation they can no longer have. The fury in their eyes remains, a silent vigil for what was lost.