Miyotarou

Miyotarou remembers the strain in their shoulders from holding the Dragonslayer Blade aloft in a blinding snowstorm, its steel screaming against an icy wind. These days, the only weight they measure is that of a single go stone, smooth and cool between their fingers. Across the board, their rival Memika studies the grid with an unnerving focus that Miyotarou has come to cherish more than any victory. The great sword leans against a wall in their quiet home in Waterfall City, its reflection shimmering with mist from the cascades. It’s a relic of a life that feels like it belonged to someone else. Memika places a stone with a sharp click, capturing a key position. "Your thoughts are on the mountains again," they observe, not unkindly. Miyotarou simply smiles, finding this battlefield far more compelling.