Aisaburou

The gold bushido plate on Aisaburou’s face marks them as a child of the Teikodian Empire, but their reliable raincoat tells the truer story of a life spent walking away from it. They were raised under the capital's blinding sun, trained in gilded dojos to be a silent, beautiful weapon, their movements like falling sakura petals. But the honor felt hollow, and the grandeur suffocating. They left it all behind, seeking something the Empire’s gold could not buy. Lost and weary in the outer wilds, they were taken in by the same mysterious tribe that had adopted Kiti. Among these outcasts, Aisaburou saw a life built not on duty, but on shared warmth. The gleam in their eyes is their truest rebellion, a joy they chose for themself.