Nobuaki

What good is a map in a realm that rewrites its own geography with every ash-fall? For Nobuaki, the only reliable guide through The Underworld is the trail left by their rival. They and Kai share the same burden—a volatile energy that ripples within them, a chaotic power not unlike the one that forever changed Akurai. While Kai unleashes it in wild, destructive bursts to clear paths, Nobuaki tries to contain it, channeling it into their combat pole for precise, defensive strikes. They race each other across plains of unnatural snow, each trying to chart the unchartable first. They never speak of their bond, but it's there in the shared rations left by a cooled lava flow, or the warning etched into the ice. Each is the only whetstone sharp enough for the other's blade.