Kotonoha

Kotonoha’s family name is synonymous with unwavering honor, yet they are known only by the whispers their mask allows. They were raised in The Dojo, their form as pure as the winter snow, their movements a living testament to a code that demanded transparency in all things. But that code offered no answers when they uncovered a conspiracy festering within the empire's ranks—a quiet poison that honor alone could not purge. To fight it, Kotonoha chose a forbidden path. They unearthed their ancestor's sabre, a blade made for silent work, and donned the mask. These days, they still practice the honorable forms in the Dojo's courtyard, a model student. But it is the unseen lessons they apply after dark that keep the community safe.