Baumu

The Mega Sabre has no sheath. Baumu won it not in some grand battle, but in the quiet snow beside the training grounds' lake after its previous, much younger, owner fell. That warrior was all fire and ambition, and the blade reflected their passion until the very end. Baumu, their mentor, took it up as a reminder that passion without patience is just a brighter way to burn out. They carry it in the open, its weight a constant lesson for the trainees who spar on the frozen ground. The shades they wear are not for the sun. They are to hide the flicker of memory that crosses their face whenever a student shows that same reckless spark. The sabre is a memorial, and Baumu is its silent, determined guardian.