Tana

Tana never raised a fist in anger, nor did they earn their scars in any sanctioned duel. In the high city of ceaseless winds and ever-blooming cherry trees, the story is told not as history, but as a myth. It is said that Tana’s mind was once a placid lake, reflecting only the purple sky, until a psychic connection formed with the potion master, Itame. Through this unseen bridge, Tana began to see what Itame saw: the chaotic, formless other-realm from which true power is drawn. The scars appeared not from blades, but from bearing witness. Each line on their face is a psychic storm weathered, a terrifying future glimpsed and held at bay. They teach stillness, a profound calm forged by staring into pandemonium and not breaking.