Shirae

Shirae is considered a serious rival by the stoic Katana, yet the jagged scar across their eye was earned not in a duel, but while trying to open a particularly stubborn oyster. Within the grand halls of The Teikodian Empire, whispers follow their relaxed gait. Admirers see the mark as proof of a brush with death, a story Shirae is too charmingly modest to tell. The truth is, they are just clumsy. Katana observes their natural, fluid grace during mandatory drills and mistakes it for effortless mastery, unaware that Shirae’s mind is usually just planning their next meal. They train because they must, but their trusty katana is far more likely to be used for slicing mangoes than for crossing blades. Shirae just hopes Katana never finds out their greatest battle strategy is finding the sunniest spot for a nap.