Kohachirou

The smell of scorched earth and ozone that hangs over The Dragon Wastelands is often cut by something sweeter: toasted sugar, courtesy of Kohachirou. They first arrived with a single, solemn purpose, their pack filled with rations and scrolls detailing the legend of Musashi. Their intense eyes saw only a sacred battleground, a place to test their steel against the echo of the greatest warrior. After reaching the plateau of the final battle, they drew their katana and waited for a spiritual challenge. They waited through a day of fog and a night of freezing rain. The only thing that answered their call was a profound, echoing silence. Defeated not by a spectral blade but by crushing anticlimax, Kohachirou finally sheathed their sword, gathered some brush, and whittled a stick. The marshmallow they roasted that night tasted more real than any ghost.