Miyuna

Every morning, before the gold spires of The Teikodian Empire catch the first light, Miyuna sets the beat. They were once just another archer in the silent, disciplined ranks, their movements precise but hollow. The endless drills felt like a cage, draining the gleeful spark from their eyes. Then they found it: an old, forgotten music-maker. Suddenly, practice was not about repetition; it was about rhythm. Their draws synced to the tempo, their releases punctuated the melody. Superiors called it a distraction, but the hidden master Henso saw it as an ascension. They secretly guided Miyuna, teaching them how to channel that joy into raw power. These days, their arrows fly truer than any other, each one a note in a song of defiant optimism.