Gouzaburou

Gouzaburou skidded across the polished floor of The Dojo, the Lightspeed Suit humming with barely contained energy while their carved cane clattered loudly in the sudden silence. A few trainees stopped sparring to stare. The combination never failed to draw attention. Gouzaburou ignored them, delivering the scroll with a focused nod. The cane was a permanent fixture after a botched delivery in the outer forests. They’d misjudged a leap, and it was Mikona who found them with a shattered ankle, splinting the leg with the very branch Gouzaburou now carried. Mikona had told them to rest, but duty called. The suit gets them there on time; the cane reminds them how they almost didn’t.