Shuhou

What does it feel like to hold a star on the edge of a blade? Shuhou found out in a forgotten training yard within The Teikodian Empire. The movement was a simple parry, one they had practiced a thousand times under Toto’s watchful eye. But this time, something broke free. The world didn't slow; it bent. The steel of their Sakura Katana shimmered, reflecting not the pale sun but a swirling, violet nebula. For a single, terrifying heartbeat, Shuhou felt the weight of galaxies flow through their arms. The practice sword from Toto clattered to the ground, untouched. The cosmic energy vanished, leaving only the scent of ozone and their master’s unreadable expression.