Kichizaemon

Always, Kichizaemon begins their day by drawing their ancient sabre, its steel humming with forgotten power as they practice the devastating forms of Kodai. They look the part of a vigilant wanderer among the colourful monoliths that dominate the highlands. Then, without fail, they will stop mid-strike to help a beetle that has flipped onto its back. They carry grave warnings of berserk auras and ancient curses, but often deliver them while trying to make friends with a shy lizard. The long scar bisecting their face isn't from a blade, but from a rather sharp crystal they walked into while admiring a sunset. Their advice has saved entire expeditions, though the survivors rarely realize it was advice at all.