Kakugorou

The Soul Chasers whisper that Kakugorou was once a student of a sun-drenched dojo, one whose blade was said to be so precise it could pare a bamboo shoot without toppling it. They lived by a code of serene discipline, their life measured by the scent of cherry blossoms and the clean ring of practiced steel. That life ended in a nameless battle, their honor unable to deflect an assassin's poisoned dart. Their spirit lingered, a stubborn warrior's ghost refusing to fade. It was Bushi who found them adrift in the twilight between realms and made an offer: a body to hold their sword once more, in exchange for service. In The Underworld, Kakugorou still practices the old forms, but their demon eyes see only targets, and their cold hands feel no pride in the perfect cut.