Hokajirou

Hokajirou remembers the taste of metallic dust on a world with no name, one of a hundred dead planets they scouted for Roketto. They were the first footfall, the messenger sent to see if a world could be reborn. In a lightspeed suit that bent space around them, they moved like a phantom, but always defended themself with an ancient sabre, its edge whispering of forgotten battles. They say Hokajirou is a living paradox, a fusion of future tech and ancient spirit. The strange lure on their head is a relic from a planet of liquid light oceans, a constant reminder that not all frontiers yield life. Back in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the wizards see them not as a courier, but as a myth walking home.