Kimiyuuko

"That one doesn't train," a young warrior whispered to their partner at The Dojo. "They just... watch." Kimiyuuko heard them, but the words were thin, like sounds through water. They remembered a different kind of training, on a peak so high the air was ice. They remembered the roar that shook the stone and the heat that melted their armor to their fur. The Dragonslayer Blade on their back is proof of victory, but their undead eyes are proof of the cost. They didn't survive that fight. They simply returned from it, leaving their warmth and laughter behind on that scorched mountain. They travel now not to find anything new, but to see if the world still recognizes them. So far, it hasn't.