Kijirou

In The Underworld, they say the only path worth walking is the one you carve yourself. Kijirou feels this truth in the grain of their cane with every step. They arrived not as a wanderer but as a warrior, their training gear immaculate against the crimson glow, sent to hunt a high-ranking Soul Chaser. But the black slosh of the marshlands cares little for formal stances. An ambush cost them their sword and the strength in one leg. For days, they whittled their cane from a petrified root, a new extension of their will. The ramen hat, a silly keepsake from a world of sunlight, is the only piece of their old self they kept. It reminds them of a promise, one that stokes an ambition as fearless as any held by Bushi. Their target is still out there, and the path ahead remains unseen.