Nekojirou

Nekojirou drew their bow, the string taut against their cheek, aiming not at the ghost dragon in the fog but at the silence it left behind. The nesting doll that serves as their head was once a family portrait, each layer a loved one nested inside the next. They were scholars, not warriors, lost in the final cataclysm, leaving Nekojirou as the hollowed-out shell. For years they wandered The Dragon Wastelands, studying the echoes of colossal battles, seeking an answer to their grief. The answer came not from a scroll, but from acceptance. They learned to channel the very emptiness they carried, transforming sorrow into a unique, resonant power. Asayaka themself witnessed this transcendence, a new balance forged not from prophecy, but from pain. The roar that tore from Nekojirou that day was not one of loss, but of becoming.