Kanetsugu

If a traveler were to stumble upon the sun-dappled clearing where the locals are always singing, they would find Kanetsugu. Dressed in a pristine suit better suited for a boardroom, they stand behind a small food cart, their intense eyes focused on one thing: perfect dango. The katana at their back is used only for slicing fruit with startling precision, a remnant of a life they left behind. Long ago, the masked mage Tora taught them a forbidden spell of persuasion. But Kanetsugu found a better use for it. With a whispered word, they enchant the sugar, making each bite taste like a forgotten, happy memory. The grin they wear is genuine; they traded a world of shadows for one of sweet rice and laughter.