Yonosuke

Yonosuke remembers the light—the day Daiyamondo returned, a flash of brilliance that froze the world in crystalline awe. It became their ideal, a perfect clarity they felt compelled to find again, even if it meant descending into The Underworld. They sought a single, honor-bound truth amidst the muck and crimson glow. Instead, they found a disgraced Soul Chaser who laughed at their polished armor and rigid code. The former cultist knew nothing of honor but everything about which slosh pools were bottomless and which shadows hid the undead. Their partnership was born of necessity and mockery, but it endured. Yonosuke provided the unwavering blade, and their companion provided the cynical, life-saving shortcuts. Purity was never found, but loyalty was.