Hikaze

Don't mistake the stillness for peace; that one is just a river resting between gorges. The first memory is not of water, but of a forest where a single leaf fell and landed on their head, a silent crown they never removed. The next is of dust so thick it tasted of ages, deep in a forgotten tomb. Beside the ancient, wrapped form of Kodai, they uncovered the relics of a lost dynasty. It was there, guided by crumbling texts, they found the sabre. Kodai never spoke, but an understanding passed between them—a bond between the ever-flowing and the long-still. These days they stand at the lip of the main falls in Waterfall City, poker-faced as the spray mists their face. The sabre is a memory, not a weapon. They are just listening for the tide to turn.