Yonsun

Every morning, Yonsun stands by the pale stone temple in Waterfall City and listens. While their rival, Ryouji, practices flashy blade work by the cascade, Yonsun closes their eyes and tunes out the roar, seeking the fainter sounds the Soul Chaser helmet is meant to find. Ryouji calls them hesitant, lost in thought when they should be training. They are right. Yonsun is terrified of the whispers that cling to the mist, the spectral echoes of those swept away by the current. But Ryouji, for all their skill, only sees the living. Yonsun, uneasy and quiet, is learning to see the dead. It is a lonely path for a trainee, but they know true strength isn't found in a perfect stance, but in offering a steady hand to a soul that has forgotten the way.