Fuyujirou

In the valleys where skeletal remains of ancient beasts are embedded in stone, the howling wind can sound like a promise or a threat. For Fuyujirou, it is both. They stand with a crystal shard clutched in their palm, its light barely piercing the constant fog, the diamond dust on their back a cold weight. They were tempered alongside Daiyamondo, facing the same otherworldly forces. But where Daiyamondo returned wielding a sacred artifact, a legend reborn, Fuyujirou returned with only the echo of the power's cost. They can shape light into blades and shields, yet every time they do, they remember the fracture it left in them. The power hums with an unnerving energy, a constant reminder that they hold a piece of something that should have broken them completely.