Tadanao

Tadanao swung the Dragonslayer Blade, its polished surface catching the light of the beautiful sunset as it reflected off a hundred magical rocks. At first, the weapon was a joke, a prop to make their friends laugh as they stumbled through training drills. Then came the day a real hunter returned to the fortress of midnight rock, their armor scorched and their spirit grim. Tadanao saw the cost of failure. The days that followed were a blur of aching muscles and focused study, learning to balance the blade’s impossible weight. These days, the lucky plant on their head no longer bobs from clumsy footwork. It stays perfectly still as they watch the spinning monoliths above, the weapon resting easily on their shoulder, its purpose no longer a laughing matter.