Suesaburou

One training sword they rarely draw, two mismatched sandals, and a single carved cane that never leaves their side. They were sent to The Dragon Wastelands to find their warrior spirit amidst the skeletal remains of ancient beasts. But the howling wind and constant, chilling rain did not stir their blood; it quieted their soul. In the quiet moments, between drills and patrols, they took to carving. Each face etched into the wood of their cane is a story they couldn't tell: the face of a veteran haunted by ghost dragons, the grimace of a merchant who lost their wares in the fog. Everyone thinks it’s just a walking stick. They let them. It is easier than admitting they have spent more nights whispering to the wood than practicing their forms.