Futatsu

Futatsu remembered the exact smell of their ascension: ozone, hot metal, and the sickeningly sweet scent of scorched cherry blossoms. They were an experiment, a failed attempt by Imperial scientists to fuse a warrior's spirit into a docile vessel. But the vessel wasn't empty. That is the secret nobody knows, not even the kind Yasuke who found them in the smoking ruins of a lab deep beneath The Teikodian Empire. The name Futatsu isn't a choice; it's a diagnosis. One soul wields the Sakura Katana with a gentle grace that Yasuke refines. This is the soul that wears the dapper cap and tries to smile. The other soul is the raw power, the surge that left them Evolved. The wide, innocent eyes belong to the first, perpetually shocked at the violence the second is capable of.