Matsurou

Matsurou was lauded as a hero for their loyalty to Yukimura, and exiled from Waterfall City for that very same virtue. The moment is forever etched in their mind: the elders in the pale stone temple offering thanks with one hand and a decree of banishment with the other. Their ferocious stand alongside the haunted wanderer had saved the outer villages, but the council deemed their allegiance a threat to tradition. Now they lean on their scarred combat pole near the plaza's fish statue, the waterfall's mist dampening their ragged jumper. They adjust the raspberry pink visor, a brash, colorful gift from Yukimura before they parted ways. Someone calls their name—a voice too young to know politics, only courage. That familiar side smile finds their lips. They were an outcast, but they were not broken.