Kojirou

On the night the forest spirits sang their loudest, Kojirou’s own spirit began to sing back. The locals in the clearing celebrated the annual chorus with berry tarts and wild dancing, but for Kojirou, it was a discordant hum only their headphones could translate. This was their Awakening: not a burst of light, but an untamable rhythm that made the petals on their sakura katana vibrate. They tried to study it, to categorize the energy as they would any spell, but their notes dissolved into patterns resembling sound waves. They loved the forest’s gentle pace, yet knew its tranquility could never teach them to control this internal beat. To understand this wild surge, they needed someone who lived for adrenaline, a warrior like Hiro who might know the steps to this dangerous new dance.